Brave people get married.
Brave enough to say forever.
Brave enough to promise there’ll be no other.
Brave enough to be sure.
It takes years to be that brave.
i’m planning my life. banana latte is giving me this rush. i feel like i can do everything. again.
it’s fast-typing
decision-making
thought-oraganizing
week-planning
kind of rush
and i love it
i love myself
if the sedative effect of my meds would hit me again, i’m gonna read this post, drink coffee and get back to work.
thesis
memcomm
PR
friends
acads
family
health
operation perfection it is
jumpstart: went home early today, didn’t linger at the skywalk.
i was at the doctor today
he said my condition got worse
he’ll need to operate if i don’t get well in a week
i haven’t told my mom yet and i’m not intending to.
if i’m this scared, how much more would she feel?
but more than it scares me, it saddens me.
i’m greatly flawed. i’m too flawed i can’t be loved anymore.
