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So I tore my ACL again, twice in a year. I had just recovered fully from my last ACL surgery when I tore this one...Why. I'm 19 and I've had way too many surgeries, broken bones and problems in my life. I can't even tell anyone how depressed I feel either. If I tell my father, he say told you so about being physical after my surgery. If I tell my mother or my brother, they'll just get sad and depressed. So I have to hide it and act like I fine with losing another year of my life. I would think 2 knee surgeries, 1 eye surgery, 4 broken wrists, 1 broken collar bone and being more than half deaf would be enough s*** to deal with in one lifetime, not to mention the fact that I couldn't speak until I was 5 years old. No, I was not retarded, but the lack of hearing made it so I would misprnounce words and mishear words, so when I spoke, nobody could understand me. I try to do what I can, but the only outlet I have is myself. I speak to myself to unload the s*** that is life back onto myself. Not exactly the best thing to do...but it's all I have. I also love the fact that whenever anything goes wrong, I get called. Be it my mother complaining about how my father hates our family, or my father complaining about how my mom is crazy to my brother just telling me about a s***ty day he may have had at school.
I'm sorry for this long post, but as sad as it is, this is my only outlet. I can't even lift because of my leg. My only passion, competing, is gone. I hate my life. I wish I could switch places with my brother.
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