[Kate*]

Everything says I belong in a health and/or human services profession, and I can't do any of them because of my brain. Instead I get to work my ass off just to get stuck in a dead end job I hate, can never afford to quit, and will probably get fired from. I'm choosing not, I'm done expecting anything to work out for me. Not everyone gets a happy ending. I think my destiny is to give up and let everyone learn from that.

I know what I'm capable of when I'm treated like a human being and not just the only one who everyone but me knows won't make it. All of those are off limits to me now, but the damage stuck. You ruined my life, end of story. That feeling needs to go away, it's impossible I think they're just flashbacks or memories I don't want to have. Spent another day miserable, I'm sick of feeling like it's never going to end, but my chances of death are higher than that ever happening.