I'm sad today.
I feel hollow inside while everyone else feels whole.
I hate the way feelings feel. The way your body tenses just before the first tear builds up and slowly runs down your face.
I hate the way endings feel like there are no beginnings.
How no matter what I do I'm as curious as curious George on what you may be doing.
Why is it that when someone causes you so much pain and sorrow you still want to be connected to them in some form or shape. I think it's because I've become trapped into a routine involving so much time and effort that I can't steer away from it.
I don't want to. This was either a cancer or a cure. And for me well I ended up with both a form of cancer and some type of sad cure. Kemo, fight and don't give up I tell myself, but do I have the strength anymore ? A part of me is slowly dying while another part of me is living. I'm a glass half empty and a glass half full.