the mess i made;

I don’t…know what to tell you. I’m not good at this. When is it supposed to get better?

It's okay, words aren't gonna take the pain away anyway. I have no idea. But I'm at the point where I feel like I should have just gone without the surgery. When I can move, I'll show you my scar, it's pretty cool.

Then don’t move. Can I do anything?

I'm literally just laying here and it feels like the entire football team is standing on my back. Not unless you can give me a time machine.

Can’t you just…take drugs until it goes away?

I can't even move right now, I don't think any drugs are going to help me.

I don’t feel smart. I don’t feel like I know anything. How are you going to take your finals? Are they letting you do make-ups or something?

You should since you hang around me all day. I already took my finals, I had to take 'em early because of the surgery. And Harmony is bummed about my final grades while I was pretty stoked, so I don't see why I should ever worry about grades.

You know I care, but I also care about the final. I’ve never felt this unprepared for a test before. Really? Good for you, because I am. 

But you're smart, I dunno why you're freaking out about it. If anyone should be worried about taking their finals, it's me. 

Ask me again tomorrow after I take my last final. I’m sure I will care a whole lot more then. Wait, that sounded terrible. I don’t want to think about it actually. I’m pretty nervous. I’m sure you’re not much better.

I see how much you care about my back issues. For all you know, we're never going to clean sheets again, and you're here worried about a final. I'm offended. You know, I'm actually not that nervous.