so today i took my first shower since wednesday. it burned like hell despite the pain meds, but i got a lot of gunk off my face that they couldnt get off with q-tips
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so yesterday i had lots of visitors. i felt loved. today i'm going to have way fewer, but theyre going to be my estranged family- accidents always make family members feel bad.
here's the pictures maria took of me yesterday with her cameraphone (theyd be bigger but my photobucket is being gay)
i wrote about how i hate my life and the next day i almost died. 2 days ago i was in a motorcycle accident. thrashed my face, my left arm including hand, and the skin on my back.
i fucking hate my life. i hate my fucking car. i hate my fucking jobs. i hate my fucking regrets. my fucking bad decisions. i hate people. i hate bob. i hate myself.
everyones either gone or going. except me. i'm a failure. the fuck up.
i hate this fucking life and i wish that i could be someone else.
i love matt's new motorcycle. in the past 2 days we went out to dekalb and out to chicago on it. i am not sure if it's the freedom and speed that makes it exciting, or the fact that every moment is an 'oh shit' moment when matt is driving
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