I was standing in front of the mirror trying to finish a slice of white bread to fill the tummy before my medication, when I suddenly felt so pathetic.
That paling face just didn't make sense: every bite was tasteless, and each swallowing action brings pain. It's like - why me?
It's really pitiful to be a person in front, and a person inside. But yes, such is life.
"And I tossed my worries into the passing wind, may it carry them to where ends meet; with time it flutters back like a blackened seed, but with age I conquered the forsakened breed."
In any case, the right side hurt earlier, now's the left. Probs all settled in by tomorrow I suppose.
Either way, nothing much to bitch about except that I'm wondering about my current involvement in a couple of things. Let's see what I can think of tomorrow.
I was standing in front of the mirror trying to finish a slice of white bread to fill the tummy before my medication, when I suddenly felt so pathetic.
