drip.

Shoulder's a bit off the past two days.

Sometimes, i wish it'll just dislocate, maybe it'll save me the trouble of feeling it hanging there but not there.

I hate every injury inflicted upon myself.

Somehow, i wish that i'm able to climb again without my annoying back, shoulders and knees bugging me.

I'm somewhat hoping to get Ms Goh for SPE, do rockclimbing. I dont know why i wanna do this to myself. I know what's gonna happen. I know how i'll end up cringing in pain for a week or two. But i still wanna do it. Maybe it's just to get over the fact that i wasted a year on school work, giving up my chance to compete then and never getting another again. Maybe.

Waking every morning to hear my shoulders crack; to feel the bubbles burst as it pops out of the socket but not out enough for it to give way.

I hate my back, my shoulders, my knees.

For every moment of pain it gives.

For every moment of my life it drains away.

Drip.