Have you broken any bones in the past?
Nope, this would be the first one if it's actually broken.
Oh, and no-one actually loves you and you will die alone.
How'd the bath go?
Great, made it feel alot better. I still can't move it cause it hurts so bad, and I can't move my other toes because moving one will move all of them, but I can hop around on my heel just fine.
Great news though, I had a nightmare. Whenever I have a nightmare as bad as the one I had last night, then I'm bound to have a good day.
In the nightmare, I was falsely accused of some crime, and thrown in prison. The cell I was kept in was pure white, with only a bed. I didn't need to eat, sleep, or use the restroom, so no one outside ever payed attention to me. I stayed in that prison for what felt like years, and I watched my body waste away. I was crying and sobbing all the time because I was so afraid I'd never get out. To help with the loneliness, I carved a suspiciously large block of soap that was also in the room into a friend. This friend was yellow and had blank eyes and a creepily wide grin (like Hungry's avatar), and then this soap friend came to life and killed me.
Of course, unlike normal people, I don't wake up when I die. I just woke up in a different part of my dream, and I thought that the cell was just a dream. So I had a dream inside of a dream, essentially. I was outside the cell, and inside my house, and my soap friend was friends with everyone, but I was still alone, but then he found me and killed me... again. THEN I woke up.
Going to be a GREAT day.
Also, just to let you know, good dreams mean I'm going to have a bad day. The better the dream, the worse the day.
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