jail
Eh... i hate my life. Couldn't have broken my finger... no, had to be the femur. I am soo sick and tired of it!! I HATE having to get those STUPID crutches everytime i want to stand up, I HATE having to do those stupid physio excercises and i most definately HATE having to manouever around the bathroom, risking both life and limb just to brush my teeth!!!
ARGGHH. this is what i do at home now. Sleep... eat..... watch stuff on the compute that takes FOREVER to load.... contemplate life. Here's the sad part... they're the only things i'm willing to do. Oh man i'm a pig. You know, after a while... the injury kind of takes the charm out of your favourite things to do. You won't bellieve how hard it is now to sleep in. arggh.
And i'm killiing my eyes on the computer... but it's the only thing i feel like doing. man oh man oh man.
Leanne (or what's left of her. gimme a few more months and i'll just be a hunk of MONOTONY)