I was once so desperate for sex with my girlfriend I tried sneaking into her place at night while her sister and maid were home. She had quite a large house and her room was on the second floor of a two storey house. Now being at the age of 17 at the time and keeping myself active through various activities I was a hormone fueled sex craving demonster(demon+monster). However sad thing was I could never get as much sex as I wanted to, as we both came from strict parent families. Now this one night after finishing a leg workout, I was on the way home when suddenly get hit with beaver fever.. It was a full moon. My testosterone levels were through the roof. I was having hot flushes, dirty thoughts, I mean I felt like a I was turning into a werewolf man. Anyway so I immediately proceed to convince my girlfriend if I could sneak in again (I've done it once before) for some relief. She was hesitant about it because her mother wasn't home for the night however her sister and maid were home sleeping. I kept bugging her until she caved in. I kinda wish she I didn't. Anyway so I get to her place. It's really dark by this point. I climbed up the way I did like the first time. On the side of the house to the first room balcony/veranda (now mind you that was her mothers room, off limits). Ok sweet first step done. Now for the final step to my girlfriends balcony. Now the balconys are seperated by a wall with a window seal/ledge half my size standing. To get to my girlfriends balcony you had to climb onto the narrow window seal and then reach for the balcony by foot and then thrust off. It was almost pitch black, I started having second thoughts. So I asked my girlfriend if she could open the balcony door of her mothers room. She said no way because it'll make too much noise.. Fuck. Still fueled with burning hormones and lust of my lover I took the risk and attempted to cross. I was going okay, had both feet on the ledge and was close to getting to the other balcony until suddenly my legs started giving way after the leg workout.. At this point I knew I was screwed. I started to panic because if I had made a leap for it, it would of made too much noise and I didn't want to wake anyone up so I tried going back up to the other room but failed. I couldn't hold on any longer.. It was terrifying but eventually I could not hold on any longer and decided to jump for it into a gardenbed. I looked down at the black abyss below and jumped, hoping for the best. Boy was I wrong.. I belly flopped onto a concrete path and fractured two elbows and destroyed my knee without getting knocked out. Yep, I felt everything alright.. Stayed quiet too just heavy breathing. My girlfriend and her sister came to help and managed to get me to the hospital (without waking her maid up which still don't make sense to me, her sister was cool). Anyway I go into intensive care and the doctor that had operated on me had to make an incision from my wrist to my bicep to relieve fluid that was building up due to the fractured elbow. "Thanks doc but did you have to cut me up that much, really?" Were my thoughts. Thing was the skin couldn't get stitched back up so I ended up with a skin graft on my forearm size of two twinkies now.

My girlfriend looked after me like a baby and I really appreciate her for it. Found out who my true friends were. Finally realised what is important. Ego and sex aren't everything. Looks and possession do not matter. It's about whats in your heart. Made me realise I want to die a good person so atleast my soul can rest at ease knowing that I've done some good. Because this world truly lacks it. Anyway.

Fast forward three years, I'm now single. Left with a bad scar, bad knee, low self esteem, still no sex or a girlfrie nd in that time, can never wear normal t shirts without being looked at because of the scar and I never got the chance to tell anyone the real story because of the embarrassment so I made up a story to my friends and family saying that it was a freak accident. So the only people that knew were the paramedics, girlfriend and now reddit.

So morale of the story is, NEVER LET YOUR EMOTIONS MAKE DECIONS FOR YOU. NEVER. ESPECIALLY WHEN HORNY ANGRY OR SAD. Also do not fuck with gravity.

And I recommend the book Emotional intelligence by Daniel Goleman. This shit is great.

TL DR Tried sneaking into my girlfriends house for some "relief" because I was so horny. Ended up falling off her balcony/veranda trying to get in, breaking bones and a doctor cutting my arm up which I think was unnecessary. Now I'm left with a long nasty scar on my forearm, no motivation or ambition and a crappy outlook on life. No more snoo snoo but atleast I have my maryjane and chicken..