Just when I think things can't get worse... they do of course.
I wish I could just catch a break. More doctors. More doctors. More doctors.
Called my mom last night crying about it.. she wants me to come home and get better, but I can't. I'm resigning my lease so I'm here to stay. I was 14 and thought i'd never see it again... talked about it with my room mate a few days ago.. and I found it last night again. So I called the doctor this morning. They are seeing me today... thats never really a good sign.
Surgery in May for something totally different. My body is killing itself. cool.
Currently: Bright Eyes
feeling down and helpless sucks.
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