Latejulycel
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When I was 20 I was fairly good looking. I was confident in myself and loved myself a lot. Then one day I was driving home from college, it was late at night. I noticed the person in front of me was swerving a bit, and was clearly drunk, so I called 911. As I'm reporting the guy suddenly the car stops right in front of me and I couldn't slam on the brakes fast enough. When I woke up I was in the hospital, hooked up to machines with my blood pumping out. My foot had been heavily damaged and my toes smashed, and the blood got infected from oil that had seeped into my foot. They ended up amputating my leg. My face had glass shards in it and my ribs were broken. I didn't pay for plastic surgery to fix my nose which was swollen and so obviously broken. I had permenant facial and body scars, and I was in a wheelchair while I was waiting on my prosthetic leg.
Before I had my prosthetic people pitied me and would walk me from place to place. They would tell me to get well soon and asked what happened. The instant I got used to it and didn't have to use a crutch, though, people stopped caring. I only had three real friends and my mom and dad. People don't talk to me anymore. I'm an abnormality and I make their world that bit more uncomfortable. I got fat while I was in the wheelchair and couldn't walk, and I still haven't been able to work it off. I'm a car mechanic now, and the only thing that drives me to live and not rope is a "fuck you" to the world for hating me for what I am.
Before I had my prosthetic people pitied me and would walk me from place to place. They would tell me to get well soon and asked what happened. The instant I got used to it and didn't have to use a crutch, though, people stopped caring. I only had three real friends and my mom and dad. People don't talk to me anymore. I'm an abnormality and I make their world that bit more uncomfortable. I got fat while I was in the wheelchair and couldn't walk, and I still haven't been able to work it off. I'm a car mechanic now, and the only thing that drives me to live and not rope is a "fuck you" to the world for hating me for what I am.