I've been trying to write this damned shit for over thirty minutes now, the facts? I'm going deaf. I started cutting my wrist because it finally decided to hit me that one day, after high school, since that's all the time I have left with my ears that suck at being ears, I would never be able to hear my wife say I do on our wedding day. I would have to give my F'ed up genes to a child one day, I would never be able to hear my sister's corny laughter again. My dad's gruff voice would never again make me annoyed when he told me to do something.
The fact is I have four years with my hearing left and I tried to waste four good years on what? The blade of a knife? No, actually it was on the blade of a fucking sharpener.
I'm so fucking stupid.
Maybe one day I'll be able to write a...something about how I really felt, but the only thing that can sum it up is numbness, depression, and then dealing with the depression.
I'm not completely better but I'm also not completely worse.
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I learned I was going deaf when I was 12, it kinda sucked. And, no surgery won't help. at all.
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