When It Rains, It Pours.

A couple of weeks ago I got into a fight. This wouldn't usually be a problem, but there were 8 of them and they were as stupid as they were many, hitting me while I was down. The aftermath left me with a broken arm, a swollen jaw and some gnarly cuts and bruises. I didn't pass my first year in college, fact that my parents don't know about. Problem is I don't have health insurance to get treated (I would if I still were in college) and the s**t is about to hit the fan. Through it all, my friends are nowhere to be seen. ****, I love those guys, and they left me alone when I needed them most. I don't even have anyone to tell this to, writing to strangers on the internet like all those people I loathe; talking about "feelings" like all those people I loathe.