fuck cancer
breast cancer at age 32. how the hell does that happen?
i thought the light was dim when i saw the black cloud but i had no idea. i see it there tho. it’s still shining and i know it’ll be bright again. it’s just waiting in the dark. with that sting in your eyes. close them. rest them. open them. motivate. all this time i’m thinking about a million things and places and people and situations. and all i should be doing is absorbing. then healing. i think i will. i don’t think i’ll be numb forever. but right now i can’t cope. or i can cope, by not coping or thinking. about me. just about everyone else. my head is always cold now. chemostylee.
