I'll never forgive myself for letting go of my dreams
When I was 16, I was in a pretty bad car accident and my leg was broken and I had to get a metal rod in it. Bed ridden for a several months I abused my pain medication to get rid of emotional as well as physical pain. I never really stopped being depressed since then. Because before all of this, I was finally running with a great time in cross country. I was doing fabulously in school and JROTC. I was going to enlist into the Marine Corps right after high school. I wanted to be a guard at U. S. Embassies throughout the world. If I had moved my leg from resting on the dashboard or even accepted the ride from my mom rather than my friend I would be a fucking Marine, and running cross country for college. I’m a completely different person now. I have no idea what I want to do with my life, I’m super depressed, I’m lazy and unmotivated, I lose my breath walking upstairs to the bathroom. I hate myself.
