The Mess #6
I am in a big bunch of pain, not sleeping much, I won't drug myself; the pain is there to teach me - fucking thing! I have to be driven to school, drag my sorry ass around with crutches, even opening doors exacerbates the pain. This campus is not very accessible to alter-abled people, especially the ceramic studio and the things I must do in there.
Why am I here? I can't even move a bit of clay around! Will I be able to finish the term? And if not, then I have 6 months with which to get a job and start paying back my loans! What am I good for? Why was I given this fucking thing? I sense that those around me are annoyed with my limits also; as they are having to do my share of the work. I hate answering to the question, "what did you do to yourself?" I don't want to keep telling this piece of shit story! I know there is maybe some concern, but primarily curiosity, ah, people do love a drama. Or maybe it helps them to feel better about their own quandaries; that their lives really are o.k. especially since this one is not their problem.
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