It seems that these days all i can do is write crappy poetry and post it here. Maybe this has something to do with being immobile. I have a feeling it is. I can barely walk, it is such a chore. Hopefully Friday i will get my stitches out, until then i suffer the fact that my friends prefer people who can walk and drink over literally lame me.
Sucks that it is almost Halloween too! My favourite holiday will most likely be spent at my house handing out candy to kids and then off to my lonely room to be alone. No body likes a cripple that can’t do shit. I can’t even do anything for myself. I need so much help all the time. People are more than willing to help me too, don’t get me wrong, but i feel horrible asking for help all the time
I am used to helping others out, not asking for help.
