today was ight. Well it all started with Joe taking me to skool. i got there and my hand didnt hurt that bad; till 7th hour in algebra...i thought my arm was going to fall off so i went to the nurse. She gave me ice. Joe picked me up from skool and i went home and told mom i was hurtin...then i went to the dr's and got xrays taken. I could have a fracture in my shoulder bone and one on my elbow. That damn 4wheeler is gonna die! I got ran over...i hate when ppl ask me what happened and i tell them i got ran over...they laugh. But that shit hurts!
Well now i can only type with 1 hand, so dont mind me when it takes a hour to text u back, cuz im hurtin. I wish they gave my tylenol with codeen.
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Im sick of playing single around ur friends. Why do we have to pretend? I need to move on and get over your broke ass. I knew we would never last. I'm sick of always being home, alone. I could do better on my own. All my friends told me u were with someone else. Always with "her". Everytime I asked u where u were, u said u were at home sleeping. How could u not hear ur phone beep? I know damn well ur not at home, asleep, dreaming of sheep. How could u creep out and cheat? I guess im too bad to keep. Was i that bad in bed? u fuck anything! Even the dead(i know ur that despirate). to be continued!
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