I was accused of being angry that I can't control my world and letting it spread to the point that I'm angry at all people, and of hiding behind my diagnosis.

I'm kind of in shock.

It shores up everything, again, that I think of myself. What I think of as kindness is received as if it's a slap in the face.

I'm such a burden and I'm so horrible to people, no matter what I do. Seriously, it's not fair that good decent people get killed in accidents all the time. If the world made any kind of sense it would take me out.