Chris Kyle shot my legs off during Hurricane Katrina, wife left me, kids hate me, contemplating suicide.

Back in 06’ I was six foot even, now I’m five five on a good fucking day. Back in the hurricane in New Orleans it was anarchy, I was just trying to get to the dome to survive. Me and my family were running, and I stopped for a minute, ONE just so I could quickly eat a corpse and next thing I know? Boom. My left leg just below the hip was gone and it dropped slightly taking the knee on my right. The psycho Chris shot me. I eventually was rescued by the national guard, however sometimes I wish I died there. After this incident I was left nearly a foot shorter, my wife divorced me saying I was a “Sicko” or a “Psycho” why JUST BECAUSE IM SHORT? My kids left me, I legally can’t even see them anymore because “I’m a risk to the general population” okay, because I’m short right? Fuck this heightest world and FUCK THAT PSYCHO CHRIS KYLE. I have a pistol by my desk as I write this, and I’ll probably shoot myself if this heightism does not stop immediately.