Yeah, I know I shouldn't be online. I should be resting. After all, one cannot expect to heal broken and fractured bones if they don't allow themselves to rest.
Damn...
Getting hit by a car fricking hurts.
I currently have an itchy wrap on my arm and leg and have all kinds of bandages on my other arm and my head hurts and I'm barely able to type this, but whatever.
I wonder why Issa's mum (My aunt) hasn't called her, though. I mean, she called me an hour ago to see if I was feeling any better. But why won't she call her own daughter?
Anyways, I'm going to try to rest for a bit until the doctors bring more fricking pain killers.
Seeya, guys.
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My life journal
RandomI see that nearly everyone around here has a book like this, so yeah... This will be just like every other book like this: It's a book for me to rant about my life.
