Never Enough
Well, fuck. I was feeling pretty good (relatively speaking) until I read the comments on my last entry. If there's one thing I love, it's people I don't know telling me how I just haven't tried hard enough to get well. Sometimes they're talking about my back, sometimes they're talking about my mind, but somehow they always know best.
Fuck. I was watching the Carolina/Duke game and now I don't even care.
BOOTSTRAPS, DAMMIT!
P.S. Please keep any responses here or in the aforementioned entry, not in the commenter's personal journal. I'm ashamed of how I used to try to send flying monkeys. See, that's what makes this shit so confusing; sometimes I have this crazy idea that I'm actually healthier than I used to be.
Fuck. I was watching the Carolina/Duke game and now I don't even care.
BOOTSTRAPS, DAMMIT!
P.S. Please keep any responses here or in the aforementioned entry, not in the commenter's personal journal. I'm ashamed of how I used to try to send flying monkeys. See, that's what makes this shit so confusing; sometimes I have this crazy idea that I'm actually healthier than I used to be.