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Tear drops are salty, and I know they shouldn't taste sweet.

Today Spain won the Eurocup 2012 semifinals. I was pretty happy, caught up in the emotion of the victory rapidly texting and talking with my friends who were watching the match at different peoples' houses together. I was watching it at home, with my siblings and father. When the match ended everybody went out to celebrate; people jumped into pools, went 'out on the town', threw parties or snuck out of home. Meanwhile I had to stay in my room, sitting on the floor, with almost no ability to walk  by myslef whatsoever (and truth be told, no spirit to try either).

Everyone is having the summer of their lives, they've been enjoying the past months, while I've only been getting by, trying to be normal. In the end it hasn't been possible. I can't party like the rest of them. Sure I can attend a party, wear flat shoes and not dance. But it's not the same. I can't go out like the rest of them either. Sure, I can spend an evening at home with my friends, but I can't go to a bar, to a club, or even to a restaurant at night. The worst thing about this situation is that it's not physically possible for me to do so even if I put every once of effort inside of me into achieving it. Everyone is out there having a good time while I'm sitting on my bed crying, writting this. Oh, i am soo cool.

Sometimes I get into these depressed moods, when I realize all that I'm missing out on. All the great things I could be doing right now. I can assure you I wouldn't be at home if I hadn't gotten into that car accident all those months ago. I realize that this summer isn't going to be great. It isn't going to be the best summer of my life. All I can do is try to believe, with everything in my heart, that next year will be better.


EDIT: Depressing moment over with!! YAAAAAAY!! My boyfriend and friends love me too much to let me wallow in my self pity for too long (they dont actually let me wallow, at all). Sort of a shame really since depression and melodrama normally produce the best blog entries, but, whatever. My mental health is more important than a simple blog any way.
I love love love my boyfriend. Just saying.