Dear Brain,
This is how I think. Because of you, I can't see myself accomplishing anything because of you. I always am a negative thinker and I can't figure out why. You tell me to succeed, I have to *embrace the sucky of life pain* and have patience. Not even a therapist can figure you out. Then your emotions get in the way of my life. They are always telling me "I like this, I like that", but you get in the way of embracing the pain. I can't lift weights because it's physically painful. I couldn't talk to others because of you. You are the most confused thing there is. The worst part is I have to deal with you every day.
Yes, I hate my disability, and I feel sorry for myself from time to time. But I needed to vent. I can't keep anything to myself. I am just frustrated with myself, and wish that I could of had it nicer, but at least I got freedom.
23 Feb 2015, 7:18 pm
