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I ate s**t today. And no, not literally. I fell off my bike. Hard.

I was still kinda trying to figure out the situation so I didn’t cry right off hand, but, then I got situated and these two cars stopped to ask if I was okay. I told them I was alright. I wasn’t. I had scraped my knee and it was bleeding, and my joints hurt.

The fall shook me up quite a bit more than I expected a fall would do. I guess it was the fact that all I heard as I fell were speeding cars.

After the two cars left, I started crying. I didn’t know what else to do. I called my mom back, since she called me earlier. And I started crying to her. She offered to turn around on the freeway and come back (because she had just left me at my college town) but I refused. Seems like I don’t like help when I need it most.

I walked home with the bike and the damn basket, in this 90 degree weather and thought that someone was out to get me or my karma is getting bad. Because once I got home, I expected a quiet house in which I could cry and calm down. But no. The ******** stupid male that’s not so manly who’s living with us is blasting music and has people over. So after I cleaned up the blood, I yelled at him to shut his door.

And then this other girl I’m living with keeps talking to me, but I am in NO mood to be talking to anything except my mom and possibly internet friends and close family.

Now I’m just tired. Tired of that ******** basket and ******** zip ties that don’t zip that caused the accident. Tired of this new apartment being far. Tired of my house-mates that didn’t care that I fell or was injured or was crying when I came home.

And now that I’ve cooled down a bit, I realize that my leg muscles were pulled, or something because I have a slight limp. Also, my elbows joints hurt from breaking the fall with my hands.

And not to mention I got two bug bites things on my left leg. One near my ankle and a huge one on my hamstring. =.=<******** it all, I drank my leftover strawberry shake and a 2 liter bottle of A&W.

Or something.

=.= but my joint pain came from the damn fall.

Before the fall you said you felt it in the knees, but the stretching will still help.
&& anytime

These stories are the reason why I am scared to death of bikes. I'm 15 and I don't know how to ride one, though everyone in my family does. But I have no regrets, I swear the bike just freaking jumps me. >_>

And I hate the feeling of crying when no one gives a s**t... Not even my mom cares anymore, she'd just get annoyed and continuously ask why. If I told her, she'd just take the side of whatever I was against or what had hurt me, to make me think that my reason for crying was stupid, but that doesn't help, duh. That's why I gotta hide when I cry. Rawwwr.

I love my mom, but she just doesn't understand. I miss the times when she'd just say, "Sweetheart, please tell me why you're sad... When you're sad, it makes me feel sad too." That line made a real impression on me when I was a kid, but I'm pretty she won't be saying that again talk2hand

(How's your leg nao btw?)

Aww, why wouldn't she?

It's better...but it's still healing.