So, you all probably know I was going to end up there. Well, I did. But I chose too, I finally got better. I'm still recovering, I really screwed up man. I have been going to a physiatrist and stuff because of all the injurys i've had
(fractured jaw in several places, being held hostage etc), they had to give me physical psychiatry in where they had to get my muscles to operate they way they should so I wouldn't be in pain all the time. I pretty much just got beat up so much and then got a drug problem and I was in bad shape .
I realize now how much I screwed up. Since the last time I got arrested, my life has changed so much, I finally realized I needed to grow up, and I had to take control of my life. Everything is different, driving fast on the street isn't fun anymore, its just dangerous and I don't really get off on it like I used to. Im not the same person by far.
I'm happy to say i have gotten much better. Im still a long way away from being a person, but at least im on the right path. I have alot of issues still, one is living with my parents.
Most of u know they make me extremely angry, one because they are drunks, and two because I cant argue with them well because my parents both have IQ's of 98 and mine is almost twice that. Its just really horrible when my drunk dumb father starts verbally abusing me, In fact, I pretty much cannot be in the same room with my father because within one minute of him opening his mouth to me, he has said 10 negative things about me, about things ive done years ago, about using the scrub brush to scrub the cooking pan when Im supposed to use the sponge because the scrubber brush is not used for that. "so put the scrub brush back where it goes and use the sponge" no thanks dad ill use the scrub brush.
then he yells at me "thats not what it is used for! didnt I just tell you that your supposed to use the sponge?!?"
then I say to my dad "oh no im breaking the rules, Im using the scrub brush instead of the sponge!" then my dad cusses at me and calls me some name and stomps off.
Pretty much, now that I finally get my life back together and got clean, My father has to find something to yell at me about, because I am doing so well and being so responsible, they still have to scold me like im still a drug addict, except its for sponges and brushes..
I got so mad today, and with me weighing more than I ever have from working out and stuff, I got so mad (I never get mad either btw) that I punched a door so hard I knocked it off its hinges and put a hole straight through it. my arm is a bit bloody now.
Man I had this whole zen thing going, literally, Was doing perfect, and now everythings been fucked up, the good feelings I've been having after months of agony, have all gone away, and now I feel like I did 2 months ago, down and out.
Its like I spend all this time building myself up and then my parents can take it all away with a few good sentences. My father I think has aspergers syndrome, he doesnt know how to communicate, or he cannot recognize the fact that he will say things to me like "the scrub brush" and it will completely ruin my day.
anyways, IM sorry I just HAD to vent that out, it was damaging my zen.
its going to take several days now, for me to get back where I was mentally. Everyday for me is a battle. If this crazy shit hadnt happened, I would probably be that much closer to returning to my life in full swing.
but now I have to wait alot more to get back into things, because its just how it is. So yeah. I'll be back around soon enough. Got to keep my head up
(fractured jaw in several places, being held hostage etc), they had to give me physical psychiatry in where they had to get my muscles to operate they way they should so I wouldn't be in pain all the time. I pretty much just got beat up so much and then got a drug problem and I was in bad shape .
I realize now how much I screwed up. Since the last time I got arrested, my life has changed so much, I finally realized I needed to grow up, and I had to take control of my life. Everything is different, driving fast on the street isn't fun anymore, its just dangerous and I don't really get off on it like I used to. Im not the same person by far.
I'm happy to say i have gotten much better. Im still a long way away from being a person, but at least im on the right path. I have alot of issues still, one is living with my parents.
Most of u know they make me extremely angry, one because they are drunks, and two because I cant argue with them well because my parents both have IQ's of 98 and mine is almost twice that. Its just really horrible when my drunk dumb father starts verbally abusing me, In fact, I pretty much cannot be in the same room with my father because within one minute of him opening his mouth to me, he has said 10 negative things about me, about things ive done years ago, about using the scrub brush to scrub the cooking pan when Im supposed to use the sponge because the scrubber brush is not used for that. "so put the scrub brush back where it goes and use the sponge" no thanks dad ill use the scrub brush.
then he yells at me "thats not what it is used for! didnt I just tell you that your supposed to use the sponge?!?"
then I say to my dad "oh no im breaking the rules, Im using the scrub brush instead of the sponge!" then my dad cusses at me and calls me some name and stomps off.
Pretty much, now that I finally get my life back together and got clean, My father has to find something to yell at me about, because I am doing so well and being so responsible, they still have to scold me like im still a drug addict, except its for sponges and brushes..
I got so mad today, and with me weighing more than I ever have from working out and stuff, I got so mad (I never get mad either btw) that I punched a door so hard I knocked it off its hinges and put a hole straight through it. my arm is a bit bloody now.
Man I had this whole zen thing going, literally, Was doing perfect, and now everythings been fucked up, the good feelings I've been having after months of agony, have all gone away, and now I feel like I did 2 months ago, down and out.
Its like I spend all this time building myself up and then my parents can take it all away with a few good sentences. My father I think has aspergers syndrome, he doesnt know how to communicate, or he cannot recognize the fact that he will say things to me like "the scrub brush" and it will completely ruin my day.
anyways, IM sorry I just HAD to vent that out, it was damaging my zen.
its going to take several days now, for me to get back where I was mentally. Everyday for me is a battle. If this crazy shit hadnt happened, I would probably be that much closer to returning to my life in full swing.
but now I have to wait alot more to get back into things, because its just how it is. So yeah. I'll be back around soon enough. Got to keep my head up
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