So...O.o my foot is really munt.
I got the stitches out yesterday and it's...the wound is brown O.o;;; the open bit i mean not the stitched bit. That bit is fine. :| Fuck man. Even the dr. was like "O.o you're so lucky we didn't have to amputate" )(@%*)@#*()@#*( %AMPUTATE?!?!??!?
-.-
fucking hell.
Like i need to ehar that shit.
I remember the surgeon saying to me "If you hadn't been wearing your seatbelt you'd be dead" and then the x-ray guy said "If your windscreen had of smashed you'd be dead"
Good.
Thank you.
Very good.
So i'm....hmmm....I just did this huge reflection on something em said to me earlier in my real life journal. Out of respect to whoever involved i wrote it in there. And i feel really shitty now.
I mean...i feel good...i got a lot of work done today. But now i feel shitty. I realised that i am a bad person when it comes to...priorities. Mine are in the wrong place. The day after my accident I should have gone to uni and done my seminar. But i didn't. ANd today, i should have gone to the library to get research but i didn't cause i was coughing up blood....but dude...blood is blood...i felt fine. I could have gone. I feel like i make these excuses for myself and...you know at the time it feels good and i'm like "hurrah" and celebrating avoidance of whatever issue but...essentialy i'm the one that is lucking out you know?
Gah i feel so shit.
I still can't eat properly 8-| My body is a mess. Outside and in. I've eaten a total of one bowl of noodles since Saturday...it's what? Wednesday today. I just can't swallow food. My throat is so swollen and sore. And i'm really fucken hungry. Even the medication i'm on is hurting to take. And i'm just )@%*)@#%*
At least i can say i'm balanced.
Emotionally i'm fucked up.
Physically i'm fucked up.
Socially i'm fucked up.
Lucky me. Balancerific. 8-|
I hate the way that after something happens....only then do i realise what i want to say and word it hte way i wnat to word it. That annoys me. I find it inside me and it's too late.
I hate the way nothing goes right in my life. Hah.
Where does it begin?
1. Panic attack 14 august.
2. Dad is sick 25 August.
3. Job gets screwy due to assessment timetables 1 September
4. Birthday ohhh hurrah. 10 September
5. Crash my car, injure myself OH and lets not forget i fucked up zoe and riley who were both starting new jobs the next day. Well done cher. At least we know you're good at ruining lives. I don't even know the date of that one.
6. Miss seminar without medical certificate...the day after the crash.
7. Hand assignment in to wrong office thus resulting in loss of assignment 23 September
8. Get work hours back to normal 27 September
9. Get incredibly sick 27 September PM thus once again fucking up work hours, border line fired.
10. Wake up to best friend fucking her ex boyfriend...BESIDE YOU -.- 27 September PM
11. Continue to be sick from 28 Septmber - Current.
12. Realise that you are the worlds biggest fuck up in the eyes of someone you considered your closest friend
today.Oh hurrah.
Life is peachy eh?
peachy fucking keen.
So why the fuck do i continue? I mean seriously? What is the point. I fucking lived a month of hell. Look at that fucking month. Fuck. And ehre i am plodding along. Handing in an assignment that WONT EVEN COUNT TO A MARK but still i slave my ass off for no reason.
Seriously...what is the fucking point...
Tomorrow i'm waking up and i'm going to uni and i'm researching...for no reason. Seriously this past month has given me no reason to enjoy myself.
I wish i wasn't wearing a seatbelt.
No wait, i don't, i wouldn't have felt anything then.
I wish the windscreen did break.
&()@#%*@()#%&@#%&()@#%*
I wish things would go fucking right for once.
How fucking long do i ahve to just fuckign absorb every bad thing that happens in my life.
>.<
How fucking long do i have to live with myself?
how long do i have to hide my tears from everyone...including myself.
i can't be strong anymore. i can't be who people want me to be.
I just can't.
Because i'm given no reason.
I'm not seeing any fucking reward from the hard work i do...
i just god i want to start over...i want everythign to start over. I want my life to start over so i can just walk away when i know things start going bad.
just so i can walk away.
FUCKING HELL I AM SO FUCKING HUNGRY FOR FUCK SSAKE