Something that's been controlling me everyday, turning me off from the rest of the world, ever since I was young. Recently I've been dealing with it better, there have even been one or two days that I thought I was kickin it. But nope, I'm right back there again. I know I have the choice, but I crave it.. I need it.. and I know if I don't stop this self-destructive behavior, that it will undoubtedly have consequences on my body and/or social life in the future. Sometimes I wonder if the one answer to the equation is someone from my past, someone who I probably won't ever see again. I just want to be free of this habit, I need to kick it if I'm going to properly move forward in life.
2.08.2010
Is everyone a junkie for something in their lives, ?
I'm not talking about craving chocolate, or people who love the single life. But those who are attached to something, those who think they need that fix in order to make it through the day. Whether it be feeling the speed of a vehicle as you flatten that pedal, working too hard, living any life in which you MUST do that ritual 4-6 times a day or else you start losing a grip. Does everyone have something like that? I do.
2.01.2010
Med bills - A self realization that it's time to battle my health issues, with or without insurance
My back is finally almost healed up.. the skin is still very tough tho, so still have to battle with that infection. But underneath the hard skin, I can't really feel any bump or cyst-like growth. Maybe the infection did destroy it, fingers crossed.
But what really has me concerned are the ever-persistent warts on my hands, particularly the left. For the last 2 years I've just kinda laughed them off, tried here/there to rid them with cheap nonchalant efforts, but cannot overlook them any longer or downplay this. It's serious. So without any health coverage, I'm telling the doc to give them all he's got. If it takes all my savings (intended to use for moving here in April) then so be it. I'm tired of looking like this, and I want my hands to look normal again. If I ever got married, I want to be able to actually wear a ring. I don't want potential employers seeing them. I don't want girls asking questions. I'll probably have this virus the rest of my life, hopefully my immune system can keep it limited to just my hands. I hide it all real well, but I'm truly worried. I'll go into massive debt, whatever it takes.
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