Today my friend and I were play fighting, and he accidentilly slammed my finger in my locker.
My entire finger and nail are black. Like, completely black.
And it hurts like hell.
Seriously, I can't even type with that finger. It can't touch anything. It fucking hurts like hell.
This happened 14 hours ago. In the past 14 hours, it's only gotten worse.
When I went to get ice at school, nobody was in the office. I got ice 10 hours later. The swelling had gone down by then.
I asked my gym teacher what the fuck happened to it, and why it hadn't gotten better in 10 hours.
He said my nail was going to die and fall off, and wouldn't grow back for months. Just fucking great.
He also said that if it starts getting blue, go to the hospital immediately because that means there's a blood clot. They'd have to stick a hot needle through the center of my nail and through my finger to fix it. If they didn't, the tip of my finger will fall off. However, he said that probably won't happen. He said my nail's probably gonna fall, though.
And I would never feel pain / and never be without pleasure, ever, again / and if the reign stops, and everything's dry, he would cry just so I could drink the tears from his eyes...
I have a cut on my arm, from when I was fighting {play fighting}with my friend at school and he pushed me against a brick wall. I want to split it open and make it bleed, but that might leave a scar...
And I would never feel pain / and never be without pleasure, ever, again / and if the reign stops, and everything's dry, he would cry just so I could drink the tears from his eyes...
When it was cold my dry lips split down the middle and it still hasn't healed yet, so if I try to eat something it splits open and bleeds all over again. Even though I have been through a whole stick of Blistex, at this rate it will never heal.
I like these calm little moments before the storm.
And I would never feel pain / and never be without pleasure, ever, again / and if the reign stops, and everything's dry, he would cry just so I could drink the tears from his eyes...
And I would never feel pain / and never be without pleasure, ever, again / and if the reign stops, and everything's dry, he would cry just so I could drink the tears from his eyes...