You know, if I could ever consistently feel good, I’d likely take over the fucking world. It’s not a lack of motivation on my part. I simply cannot get as much done as I’d like because of physical issues. It makes me sad, because I have so much potential. I could be so much more than this. Like this morning I have a horrible cold, which isn’t that big of a deal, but also my right thumb is swollen and extremely painful. I can barely open my med bottles. I had to cut open Jackson’s poptart wrapper because my hands were like NOPE. I wonder what my life would be like without these limitations.