When I was first diagnosed, I was questioning why. why is the world moving against me. why, how, what is this. all these questions were flocking to my head like an endless swarm of bats overwhelming me. I became bitter, resentful of my own being that i turned aloof. I minded my own business and currently am drunk. it just hit me, perspective is a funny thing, a lot of people are suffering worse fate than this, why am i complaining. I am still alive, i can do something good for others... i can become a better person... my close friend doesnt have that opportunity, and being alive, like all of us are right now, we do have that opportunity.