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Let's not talk about why I've been MIA. Okay? Let's just not.
Because I don't want to talk about it.
...
*sigh*
Oh, fuck, fine.
I tore the ACL in my left knee playing hockey over Halloween weekend. Thankfully, I don't have to have surgery. But I'm in a brace, I'm in daily PT, on crutches, can't play for four-six weeks...
This. Fucking. Sucks.
So, I'm sorry I haven't been talking to people much. Marco, I miss you, I love you, I want to see you. Paige, you too, come visit okay? I'm sorry guys... really. I just needed to retreat for a bit. It was a stupid injury, my own damned fault, and I felt like wallowing in self-pity for a while.
Because I don't want to talk about it.
...
*sigh*
Oh, fuck, fine.
I tore the ACL in my left knee playing hockey over Halloween weekend. Thankfully, I don't have to have surgery. But I'm in a brace, I'm in daily PT, on crutches, can't play for four-six weeks...
This. Fucking. Sucks.
So, I'm sorry I haven't been talking to people much. Marco, I miss you, I love you, I want to see you. Paige, you too, come visit okay? I'm sorry guys... really. I just needed to retreat for a bit. It was a stupid injury, my own damned fault, and I felt like wallowing in self-pity for a while.