It Was Bound To Happen Sooner Or Later

Well I think it started today, I been expecting it since I broke my ankle. I am honestly surprised it took this long to set in. I really hate having my ankle broken. Sitting in this house day after day has finally taken its toll, today I started getting real depressed about it. I don't know what the final trigger was, but I know it is bad when I don't even want people to come visit me. Why did I have to go and break my ankle? My small non-important life has come to a screeching halt. My days are filled with sleep, TV, and the Internet. That is it, I get to go outside when I have the occasional doctor's appointment. I also get to hear reports of how well people's lives are going, how happy they are, and all the freedom they get by getting to go anywhere they want. Lives progressing, while mine is at an absolute stand still. Maybe this all happened when I caught myself making plans for when I finish my recovery, the only plans I have made until then are trips to the doctor's.

I hate relying on people even for simple things like meals, there are many days I would not eat at all if my friends did not bring me, or fix me food. At this point I don't even want those people coming over, if my life is going to suck I want to suck real bad, no point in pretending. What do I do from here? Well I imagine I will do only what I can do, sit, mope, and watch stupid crap on TV.