Everything gets worse

3 months! 3 fucking months! Stuck in this cast and on crutches for 3 months cus of some dumb as trying to impress everyone. It's already started shit. As I look at my phone its inundated with waves of pity messages.

'Oh im so sorry that happened'

'Sending hugs.'

'Youll get through this'

'Thoughts and prayers.'

I turn it back off unable to stand the pity party on display, and make my way to bed having been picked up by my parents from the hospital earlier.

Jake had stayed and offered to take me but i was not having any of that shit. Were rivals. Not friends. I suppose the positive about this ordeal is that I wont have to talk to him for a few months.