Ok, I’m bored now.
I need to know what’s going on in my body.
I need to know what’s stressing me out so much, that I’ve lost 16 pounds in 5 weeks. (Dieters, don’t hate me, I’d rather be a fat roly poly without a care in the world than lose weight like this). I’m still fat FYI.
I need to know if that Fuckwit has Cancer written all the way through it, like a stick of rock or its just an fat lump.
I need to know if we can have another child one day.
I need to know because when people ask if I know anymore, I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING.
I need my family to not have to go through this. This hurts me more than any stupid biopsy did.
I need one hour where I don’t think the absolute worst.
I just need to be me.