Went with my mom today and it was like being trapped with a lion. She is constantly analyzing me and telling what I should and should not be doing. How I should be relaxing more and not so much on the computer. Typical mother stuff, but lately I find it more and more annoying. I'm dieing, but I feel like I deserve to enjoy my last days.
My boyfriend is wonderful, but I believe he's starting to suspect that there's more than just an iron deficiency going on. He watches me more carefully these days, I can feel his eyes on me as I go from room to room. He asks me if I am ok, as if he knows something but does not wish to reveal it. Maybe my mother has told him my condition. I don't know.
I don't want to die. I keep thinking that. I can't help it. Before this disease took over my life, I had dreams and aspirations. I had things that I wanted to do. I want my life back.
 Careless_Me · Mon Nov 10, 2008 @ 03:27pm · 0 Comments |
