i'm so sick right now. i remember being 12 or 13, lying curled up in a ball on the floor of the bathroom, crying my eyes out as something gripped and punched and tore the hell out of my insides. I looked at my mom, and I told her I couldn't take it anymore. And she replied, "you have to, baby.. I can't help you."
That was almost ten years ago, and it has only gotten worse. I think the only difference is that now I know how to handle it.. i just got used to the pain. And i figured out that a percocet/voltaren/ibuprofen cocktail every few hours, plus a shot of demerol every now and then helps a lot.
But sometimes I think it would be better to just curl up on the floor and cry.
3:31 p.m. - 2001-06-27
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