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So by now I'm sure you all know that I fucked my knee up in the accident that killed my mom, right? Yeah that accident is the gift that keeps fucking giving. Not only do I now have no mom, thousands of dollars worth of hospital bills in my name, and scars littering my back; but I have to have surgery to reconstruct my ACL because mine is not just
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I...I feel like I shouldn't say too much, but life tends to give us mountains of problems and obstacles--especially when we're angry and sad and frustrated like this...the only factor that can make things better would be ourselves. The thing is, nothing else can help us except for us, especially when we decide to hang on and strengthen ourselves for it.
Though...I don't have the right to say that. All of my peers are going to graduate school right now and/or married, and yet I don't even have a Bachelor's degree, even at the age of 25. (Thanks to PTSD and mountainloads of depression and my damn incompetence). As for significant others...well, I think I might never get one (what with my paranoia whenever ANY guy approaches me), and I don't think I should even hope for one, period. I need to concentrate on doing better, and by the time I get out (IF I can, that is) I will be too old. 30 is when most people around my age are already married. So, yeah. Pretty much given up on that.
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