Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living
Today I’ve been defeated, I’ve tried everything, epsom salts, glucosamine tablets, more iron and calcium, massage, remedial massage, bowen massage, phyiso, exercises, anti inflammatory pills, pain killers, leg braces, bandages.
And I’m fucking done, I can still hear the bones/cartilage grinding and cracking under my knee cap, I still have internal brusing, I still have patella tracking disorder, knees still moving in places knees aren’t. Always had problems with my left knee…
But I’ve always had problems, I’m allergic to everything, I have eczema, asthma, extreme back issues which causes one of my legs to be shorter. I’m handy fucking capped to say the least. But today after almost a year of being told I need to see a surgeon, doctor after doctor, I’ve decided I’ll accept the fact I need to go under the knife. And when it comes time and I’m told by my surgeon I don’t I’ll be over joyed ad beyond happy. End life misery
Getting knee surgery at 19 is awesome. But I won’t let it come to that ;)
Denial
Nobody panics when things go according to plan. Even if the plan is horrifying.
Dude, what’s so hard about sticking to one girl? Is it that hard to stay committed to a person? When you’re in a relationship with someone, don’t go flirting with every girl you see. You have a girl that you can flirt with ALL you want, but yet you choose to flirt with every other girl on this…
- Why do you keep them? You should just throw them out.
- No. No, I couldn’t do that.
- Why not?
- If I threw these keys away then those doors would be closed forever and that shouldn’t be up to me to decide, should it?
- I guess I’m just looking for a reason.
- From my observations, sometimes it’s better off not knowing, and other times there’s no reason to be found.
- Everything has a reason.
- It’s like these pies and cakes. At the end of every night, the cheesecake and the apple pie are always completely gone. The peach cobbler and the chocolate mousse cake are nearly finished… but there’s always a whole blueberry pie left untouched.
- So what’s wrong with the blueberry pie?
- There’s nothing wrong with the blueberry pie. Just… people make other choices. You can’t blame the blueberry pie, just… no one wants it.
I can’t believe this year is already coming to an end, it seems like just yesterday I was barely packing up for my move out of home.. This year has been hard, I struggled with myself and with the world around me. However, the difference with this year compared to last year was the fact that I am much more optimistic about life. Changes definitely happened this year, good and bad.. but they were both an amazing learning experience for me. Oh and I can’t forget about my “haters” or should I say my “admirers” since you guys can’t keep my name out of your mouths like it’s a dick. Oh wait…. ha. I could definitely say that ya’ll look like a bunch of children and I’m thankful to not be associated with people like you guys. It’s funny too, cause only people with no friends/morals/values/a life would do everything you guys did.. grow up.. or better yet, get a life. A big thank you to those who have made this year memorable for me. I can’t wait to see what 2012 has in store for all of us and our to-be memories. As for my resolutions next year? To be a better person than I was this year, better friend, more social, get fit and healthy, help my mother financially, make big decisions with people and me.
In love with this song at the moment, and stay awake by Example. LISTEN!
I'm Australian, I have a Canadian accent.
I enjoy long romantic walks to 7-11, markets, chocolate and cute fluffy animals that I'm 100% allergic too. I love my fucking family to the core. I miss my dad. I'm currently unskilled and employed. skin colored tights freak the shit out of me... I'm addicted to sushi, I can't live without my iPhone, a book, sleeping pills. I am only a morning person when I don't have to see or speak to anyone else. I hate cooking, idiots, my eczema, my knee. I don't like sharing. Sometimes the only thing that stops me from crying is my eye makeup. Is it bad that I'm 19, should be partying every night and living life recklessly yet all I really want is a mortgage? Yea that's me.
Oh and shit, you read all this? Well you've just won a prize;), Get ready to put your dimples in this duct tape...