I don't know what it is, but somehow I always seem to focus on the bad. I just got into this funk again. 14 years ago I fell 7 stories, shattered my pelvis and my elbow and I was in a coma for about 3 weeks. I was so close to the end, but I survived. I rehabilitated and now I walk with a little bit of a limp. I can't stand it, and I wish it was like everybody else's leg. I think of my best friend, and I wonder why he has it better. This thought crosses me alot. Like, he doesn't have a limp. And I also think that maybe he thinks I tried to commit suicide. Maybe I tried to jump. But, I honestly don't think I did. I actually dont know what happened to tell you the truth. And thats what I'm afraid of, that people think I tried to do it. It's ashame I can't just focus on the fact that I survived. I can't focus on the fact that I have a kid and a wife and a house and a job and a car. I can't focus on this stuff sometimes. I guess, that's just the way it is. I'm just so tired of focusing on my best friend and what he thinks. I guess it's just the fact that I feel like he won and I lost. But i didn't lose, I'm doing pretty well for myself. I just dont get it.