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To Those in the Know
Jun. 10th, 2008 09:54 pmI'm sick. I got chicken pox.
How is that possible? I'm alive again. Can't explain now. Too sick. But I'm not bullshitting. I wouldn't bullshit about this. And no. It's not great. It's not a miracle. It's not a dream come true. I'm sick and something terrible had to be sacrificed for me to be here and I'm not okay with that, which is why it's probably good it wasn't my choice. I didn't choose this.
Mary's back with me to help me...be sane. I feel like hell, I feel like hell, I feel like hell. But I'm still on the internet, sue me.
It seemed like it was time to say it. I've been hiding. But I fear that seeing me shivering in a corner with a fever and pox all over me is going to give me away. Blast it all.
How is that possible? I'm alive again. Can't explain now. Too sick. But I'm not bullshitting. I wouldn't bullshit about this. And no. It's not great. It's not a miracle. It's not a dream come true. I'm sick and something terrible had to be sacrificed for me to be here and I'm not okay with that, which is why it's probably good it wasn't my choice. I didn't choose this.
Mary's back with me to help me...be sane. I feel like hell, I feel like hell, I feel like hell. But I'm still on the internet, sue me.
It seemed like it was time to say it. I've been hiding. But I fear that seeing me shivering in a corner with a fever and pox all over me is going to give me away. Blast it all.
