Depression Rearing It's [butt] Ugly Head

So I'm falling back into the whole I'm-depressed-because-I-can't-play-basketball-for-another-6-fickin-long-months phase.
And it sucks.
I absolutaly have no clue how to get out of it.
There just isn't anything I can do. I can't hurry up the prosses any more than possible and it's all driving me insane. More than insane, and it's so fucking unfair!
I may have done a few messed up things in Gods eyes but it's not like I've ever killed, or been in jail! Seriously! WTF is up with that? Why should I be someone who gets hurt like this.
And what sucks even more is that I have no write to complain.
My injure is pittiful to loosing my life or anything else like that. I mean, it's only an ACL. I'm lucky, I could have bashed my head in on the wall and gotten my brain messed up. And I didn't, so I'm lucky I guess.
But that still doesn't stop it from sucking.
I'm really thankful for this blog. I love complaining, and this helps me from telling my friends about it all the time.
Thats another thing that I hate.
The fact that hardly any of my friends listen to me. They listen, and understand my point - sometimes - but they never really listen and I hate that. They all think that they're doing a good job about pretending to listen, and they're really being obvious that they aren't. Hardly any of them are observent and it drives my up the wall.
If they don't want to listen to me then they ought to tell me to shut up, not ignore me.