5: Painted nails

To say I'm depressed is an understatement right now. I'm trying really really hard not to be. I mean, I'm *ALIVE* for fuck's sake. Nothing's broken. I'm getting better with every minute that passes. But I just can't help wishing I could have gone to the beach, or that I could be in Victorville right spending the evening with Micah in Rialto with family. I miss him so much. We were going to spend the entire summer together, instead her I am. Ugh.


At least I get to see him tomorrow.


I tried to draw some more today, no luck. I was tired and hurting after just a few minutes. It kills me that I'm so unproductive. I hate hate hate just sitting around. I miss doing my daily comics. I miss sketching. I'm really worried I won't have enough time to get ready for the Comic Con. I guess I'm glad I didn't take Summer classes like I had planned. I would have been missed out on Finals Week, rendering the entire semester pointless.


Mom and I took pictures of my legs this morning, just to keep a record of my injuries. Its funny because my left leg looks like a huge hunk of swollen flesh compared to my right one. Seriously, you can't even see my ankles or my knees. Its weird.


On the upside, my brother helped me paint my nails today. I was getting really sad and he (very reluctantly) offered to paint them. It was really really nice, actually.