My mom, after I was given a second diagnosis that is probably going to have me in a wheelchair in a few years, said "Not to be selfish, but this isn't fair to me either." And thinking about it is making me sick.

My brother was ill before he died and we all took care of him, we ALL did. I didn't ask to be the trope of "next sick adult kid", it just god damn happened.

I am so tired of being in this body that brings so many people shame and annoyance and frustration when they don't even know what it's like to wake up every morning and just crying because it feels like every bone is splitting open and there isn't a single drug or fix to make it better.

I love how I get to listen to how unfair it is by people who aren't me, who aren't missing out on being a god damn 20-something and staying alone constantly.

Yeah. It must be so unfair being able to have a life.