I feel like mr bill. Everyday i wake up with a tiny sliver of hope that the day will be decent. And then sluggo comes and stomps on me and rips me apart

I am born from water the ever moving symbol of life and the god of death. I harness the energies of both creation and destruction. Deny me and be doomed.

Im sick of being quiet. Suffering while trying not to burden others. That doesnt work. I need to kick and shout scream for someone to help me. Ive done more than enough to take care of fully capable people. Whens it my fucking turn? When is anyone gonna coddle me and give me all the accommodations i need. People think disabled people are such a burden .. Try having the illness. Youre trapped in a cage. Your mental health gets worse with physical illness and they play games with you making each other worse until you literally try to rip your way out of that horrible body. Doctors try to wash their hands clean of me. They dont want to be responsible when i end up dead. They told me I was fine literally since the day i was born. Not their problem.

Hey going for a walk might help me calm down. I can't walk, my shell won't let me. It traps me in my house. In my own mind. Ive lost everything i stood for to this hell and it must of been pretty easy to sweep me under the carpet huh? Just tell me theres nothing on the tests so im fine. Dehumanize me. Refuse me anything that might relieve this hell. Ive had to watch my future disappear before my eyes. All my peers all my friends. Im deteriorating more every day and soon there wont be any of me left