You're not lazy. It's just that with this contemptible little ilness, it makes it impossible to do anything. The misery of living takes up all your energy.

You shouldn't live for anyone else but yourself. It's okay to ask God "Why?" (I'm doing it myself, trust me, I've written a prayer about it, openly asking him to take me home to Heaven. And I've prayed it in church. For two days in a row. This is day number two.)

But if you kill yourself, you'll never know "Why?" There's just this nothingness at best. And personally, I don't want my life to be for nothing.

Your mother's made you miserable. My father and mother have made me miserable. Life's too short. You don't need the stress of worrying about people who make you miserable, neither do I. All you need worry about are the people who don't make you miserable, but make you happy. Anyone who makes you miserable doesn't deserve your worrying yourself to death.

That includes your flesh and blood. They are the hardest to deal with.

(((((((((((((((HUG)))))))))))))))))))))

There is a thing more crippling than cerebral palsy: the prison of your own mind.