It has officially been one year sense I had the bar put in. (And over 3 months sense the 2nd correctional) 1/3 of the way threw, god damnn..
It feels like I just got out of the hospital not to long ago. Yet it feels like I’ve been living with this thing all my life..
I can’t even express how I long for the day it comes out, I never knew I could hate an inanimate object more then anything else. When I look in a mirror, it’s all I can see, the damn thing jabbing out of my side.
Its like it’s mocking me.