WARNING: I AM SERIOUSLY DAMN PISSED OFF NOW SO UNLESS YOU DON’T MIND EXCESSIVE EXPLETIVES, DO NOT READ THIS.
This is seriously on of the most fucked up days of my life. I have a damned splitting headache right now.
Thanks to some damned bastard who has no fucking conscience. And I bestow him the worst curse I can think of; To never be happy ever again.
Let’s examine what happened today. A fucking floorball match. You know, I wasn’t pissed until I visited the doctor who told me the possible ramifications of the shit that happened and now my head hurts like hell.
And the bitch who told her boyfriend, "Disfigured eh." As I walked past.
So this fucker from a certain class which I shall not name, ask if you will, I’ll tell you personally. So we were having a nice floorball match, mixed with both guys and girls. And halfway through, that bastard had to smack my eye with the fucking floorball stick. YES he fucking broke the rules. The stick can be at hip level at most and what the fuck? My fucking eye? And as he bashed my face, my glasses flew off and my eye area was bloody. I was stunned. Like what the hell? And I kept asking where my glasses was and the fucking teacher (seriously inept) kept asking me to be more concerned for myself.
There was a strong urge to cry. I don’t know why. But yes, but I controlled. As I realized it’s pointless. So after I found out that my glasses were safe, I went with a friend to go clear up. Blah blah, it was fun giving myself first-aid. Several scratches on my eyelid with a fucking deep cut where a chunk of my skin came off at the side of my eye. My mum suddenly entered my room and told me I better keep clean or it’d leave a scar. FUCK, I really feel like crying. The consequences of whatever shit is getting to me now. DO you know how I felt when it just kept bleeding? I kept applying pressure but no, it just starting oozing out again?
Well, I was able to laugh it off that because I chose to wear the number 13 bib thing, that’s why it happened. Now, I can’t do it anymore.
Oh and that fucker who hit me? I don’t even know who he is. It’s a ‘hit and run’ scenario. Fuck you. Very nice of you to just run away and leave me with this disfigurement and possible concussion shit. The doctor told me I better watch out for stuff for the next 24 hours and go back. And my head fucking hurts. First it was the back of my head and now the pain is all over.
Is the word to use indignant?
The teacher? Can I call him a retard? Can I flame him? HE FUCKING DIDN’T EVEN CONSIDER THAT A FOUL. What the fuck is that? And the other team won. 1 to 0. Oh and the first time the other team did a penalty, he let it go. But when I did a penalty, he called for a penalty kick or whatever it’s called. Fucking unfair? Duh. And he was so fucking annoying. I tried my best to be patient with his damned antics. But he fucking wouldn’t listen. He fucking doesn’t know what’s important. He’s just fucking biased.
So now, I’m disfigured and might become a retard. What a great life.
I really wasn’t pissed until I knew the consequences. Now that I do, I seriously, seriously, can’t forgive you.
