My arm hurt like hell all night. Mom and I are going to the emergency clinic now. My favorite hoody is completely trashed. I'm actually sadder about that than about my arm. My arm will heal, but I have no idea when my sister will be going to the US next time and can buy me a new hoody. Mom tried to fix it but it looks even more haggard. My status right now: No sweet hoody. No sweet arm. No sweet girl. No sweet backflip. No sweet life.