Look, I'm sorry I'm a clutz, and the tumble I took over the summer caused you to break, but can't we just let things go?
You've been better for two months now, but you still won't move or bend like you use to, and you still hurt me sometimes. I could deal with the spiteful pain you put me through, I can take it easy with you, and I have but I need something in return like, I dunno - being able to play my guitar again.
Seriously, I didn't think you were that fucked up. Please just ease up a bit, and lets go back to how things were, whatdya say? —*Mind/Wrist Snap*