I think I'm growing into a bitter (old) woman I've always been afraid of...and I don't think there's anything I can do to stop it.

I hope  my tooth doesn't stop hurting.
I hope my ears never get better.
I hope my Las Vegas trip is miserable.
I hope this teaches me never to be selfish again.

    I am in pain. Constantly. Yes, I know it. Nothing but vicodin really stops it. But Shari wanted to go out to dinner last night, and I wanted to, too, to celebrate that I don't have cancer. I was in a no reception area and when I got home  my mother glared at me like I was the most evil thing on the planet, said I was a liar about the pain and ( Read more... )

    So my parents asked me what I wanted for my birthday, and I asked for a new bed since I've been sleeping on this really old tiny one that's all worn out. I picked out this really nice, soft queen bed. For my tiny little closet room. Forgetting just how much shit I'd have to clear out. And forgetting I'm recovering from a procedure and preparing ( Read more... )

    Yesterday I went into the ER with what I thought was appendicitis. When we got in, we actually found out I have a cyst growing on my right ovary. It's now 16 centimeters and spans across my pelvis to my other ovary ( Read more... )

Sobbing one's self to sleep really does put you into a very deep slumber.

    I miss havign guy friends. *Sigh.* I miss having more friends at all. I suck.

    Pretty blue tattoo on my forearm. And yes, it's from another book.

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    When your f'ing sleeping pill doesn't work and you really need to sleep! Raaaagh! I can't even fucking sleep to escape this. Fuck you, world! Fuck you!

    I've discovered a fool-proof way of never getting heart broken: never start dating. I think I'm gunna go ahead and give that a go.