I will somehow or rather, force myself to get out. I'm sick of facing the monitor screen...why is it taking me so long? Sometimes I dislike the whole process of it, the before, during and after...because when you're done, you are really never done.
Look at me rambling away. I have this tendency to not share or tell the exact details of whats going on. Its the whole internet thing.
|In loving memory of Munchie. |
I'm sorry you couldn't get well enough to continue your life.
But at least you don't have to go through the pain anymore.