I just want to enjoy the con and get down and not be in pain ffs. Not my damn fault, I’m angry because I wish I’d followed myself and just flat out said no. I need to bludgeon my friend with something, eye for an eye, VENGEANCE.
I take forever to heal, blah.
Currently at my friend’s place, who unwittingly damaged me. Funny the ridiculous parallels and yet not. I’m still wondering why I have to pay the price for people’s stupidity/accidents. I’m sorry, it’s just… Ugh. I wanted to enjoy the con and now all I can think of is how I’ll be in pain. Ugh. Ugh. Frak.
Next time, with Leos, be a lot more insistent. A fucking lot more. Like, “Hey, I REALLY don’t think this is a good idea, I don’t like it.”
I’m just… the fuck, okay.
Sorry for whining, I just wanted to enjoy the con without any hindrance. Now I’ll just be thinking about the pain. I woke up at 2 in the morning last night, crying. Frak. HOW AM I TO GET DOWN WITHOUT IT HURTING?
So my friend decided it would be a grand idea last night to have me try on his lacrosse gear and see how it felt to be hit. Well, he says he only “tapped” me but I think there was more force than he thought. It hurt. And now my left shoulder is all fucked up. I swear, if it still hurts by the time Comicpalooza/Galacticon come along (IN FOUR DAYS), I’m going to kill him. Not really. But I’m already an anxious, fucked up mess as it is. I wouldn’t want my hypochondria and overthinking making things worse.
Fuck, this shit hurts. I never should’ve given him an out of “maybe I slept on it funny.” Leos. Ugh.