My body is giving out on me. I am in constant agony, and it doesn't stop. The one thing I love the most, art, makes my hand dislocate and causes me pain for days after doing one simple drawing. I can't sleep in the right position, it seems. Can't just go for a walk or decide to go bowling without planning a recovery period. I am held together with NSAIDs and KT tape. My very existence can never be comfortable and the things I use to make it so pile up exponentially. A bottle of advil here, an ice pack there, some lidocaine. Slowly my fucked up body drains away my mental health and my money in an attempt to be "productive" like everyone else. I'm just expected to adapt. To figure it out. While I'm going to suffer for the rest of my life with no solution and they're going to get arthritis in their 50s. I'm not even done with college and I can't walk more than a block or two without my cane. Its not fair.