I've been able to walk a little on my own, now.
But I was still hoping I'd be able to actually look for some easter eggs filled with money and/or candy this year. But guess what, yes that's right, the darkness and misery of Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis has once again soiled any chance of happiness I have. And I'm pissed about it.
forget my life. I'll just sit here and eat reese's cups until I gain 300 pounds.
And don't think about feeling sorry for me unless you want bad things to happen to you while you sleep.