Every day I regret waking up just a little bit more. Every day is the same, I wake up and I lie on the couch all day. I have to rely on people to make me food, take me up/down the stairs, bathe. Wtf. The only thing I can do for myself is go to the bathroom and trust me, even that is hard. My hands are bruised from the crutches and I have no friends. Just kidding. Except for that one “friend”. Just because I’m friends with other people doesn’t mean I can’t be friends with you too. Bitch.