I'm cool when I'm not thinking too much. But give me a few minutes alone and I'm so depressed. What is wrong with me? Why can't I pull myself out of this funk? I only have 28 days.
That would have been too good to be true anyway and my arms would have become bruised and bloodied from repeated hard pinching, so maybe it's all for the best.
That was probably the bravest thing I've ever done though, so props to me for that. I tried.
Every time I go to patient first, I go prepared to hear that I am going to die. I don't know why, but I just do it. It's pretty depressing
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