I'm not what you want me to be

I wrote a... Thing

You can view it here:
Staring into space

I kinda realised after majorly wiping out on my bocks that I need to get my ass in gear and move on. This is my attempt at dumping all my emotions and walking away, saying "That's it, Done". For major wipeout info, I present you this:
How did this happen? Running along happily, decided to leap over the curb onto the pavement, didnt make it. I landed in the mud by kerb, slid, my hoof hit the kerb, making me hyperextend my left knee (that's the good one, so was quite lucky), everything went upside down, suddenly i'm onto my back and tumbling along! I also managed to graze my hands through my wristguards, have probably sprained my right wrist as I went down hard onto it, Ripped my trousers and I need a new JJ shirt as mine is now in tatters. Like a peasant's clothes.

Staggered home barely able to put weight onto my left leg, completely unaware of the hole in my shoulder, and collapsed onto my bed and didn't move for a while. But I am fine now! Patched myself up with a melonin pad for my shoulder (after falling back down the stairs as my leg refused to work), had a long shower, took some ibuprofen and is mainly painless now.

That's all for today. More updates tomorrow! Along with the promised Sprog Science Experiment!