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this whole thing with my knee is really wigging me out. i'm too young to have this kind of problem.
and like, remember alex? the girl i talked about a while ago, the one who's pretty much my best friend and who was moving? she didn't move.
but well. she gets great grades and texted me complaining about her math grade going from a 99 to a 97, and i told her about my knee situation, and she asked me if it hurt. i said yes, a lot actually. she kept on talking about her math grades.
and i'm still in pain, and i'm upset. it's not the kind of upset where i want to cry, it's the kind where i want to crawl into a catatonic ball and sleep for a while. because i don't want to have to deal with this.
i'm probably being silly.
i can't say i'm upset so much as... like, stressed, i guess. and tired because of it. yeah. i guess that's it.
but when i'm not doing something related to my knee and not thinking about it, i'm not all depressed or anything. it's just the situation with my injury is stressful. i guess that's it.
it's like- okay. when hansel came to my house for the first time he seemed happy, and he was cuddly and cute and friendly, but at some point he curled up into a spiky little ball and went to sleep, and got upset whenever we wanted to wake him up. because he was stressed about the new environment.
it's stupid to compare myself to hansel, but that's what him doing.
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