I think tomorrow may be the day…
I ‘m not sure.Â
I mean, tomorrow is as good as a day as any, right?
I’m just sick of waking up every morning and another peice of who I am is gone.
When will the pain stop?
I am beginning to think life is not about enjoying the “good times.”
It is about surviving the “bad times.”Â Â What kind of a life is that?