It's true. I spend so much time looking after my disability and fighting for things that stuff like friendship and love gets overlooked. I've missed out on a lot. I've forgotten what it's like to be human. I don't even know if I AM human, or just some escaped medical experient gone wrong.

It hurts to type this. It hurts to sit. It hurts to sleep.

You said to fight for my mental well being too. Well, I've been fighting my whole life, for everything,for things all of you take for granted. I am suffering horribly with a cathethar because I do not even have a right to p*ss. That's degrading.

Well, I'm sick of fighting. I'm sick of it all. The doctors, issues with my parents, life on welfare, the bureaucrats, the lonliness, the monster, the pain. I'm sick of it all. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? I'M SICK AND I'M TIRED.

I pray every day that G*d takes me home soon.