Broken Ankle

Little did I know how much things would change...

Collapsed just that night with a broken ankle. And now, here I am stuck in a cast and away from myself. As much as I hate myself, I hate being away from myself even more.

I feel such a suffocated pressing on my chest. Yet, how much time has passed since I've had anyone to explain it to.

I just got a message from that kid, PianoBoy. Worse than that he keeps calling me is that without my independence, I've been castrated and there's no sense in calling him back. I can't have any kind of social life for months!

And I'm going to lose everything I had started. I can't even call that damn bouncer back.

There's not even the privacy of a phone call.