So I'm not well.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Everyday, I just say, I just should die. I don't really want to, but I get fevers I can't get rid of, pain so bad I can't sit down, and get sore from laying down, and my muscles are wasting away. I found this quote and did a layout, which was helpful. At times I lose hope and just want to leave the earth. I hate to even complain about it on my group because it turns people off. I don't have anything to lose..
I am going to try to reconnect with the things that made me feel good and like a human being.
Sometimes things are just facts. I exist. That is enough. It can't be changed. I can accept it tho, not willingly, since there is no choice, what else is there to do ?
So, I made this layout, the poem about the phoenix is by Walt Whitman. I'll try to add later.