Again I wake up…..why do I wake? Is their a point to the prosses? I cut , I cry , I pass out. Then I wake….what am I doing wrong…….am I texting fate, am I testing my own steal resolve. I’m not scared of death. I welcome a chance at a new life, a new face and heart.
I have been to the hospital at least once a week from blood loss…but my mom always finds me.should I ever thank her….is she here to save me…what is the lesson in this that she has to learn. What do I have to learn from this…before I succeeded I must know both answers….because if I do t come back. How will she feel….do I love her enough to care for her feelings…