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I’m scared. I’m sad. I’m weak and I don’t know what to do. I hate to feel this way. It’s a feeling I know too well but mask all too often.
I recently found out that my mom has a mass in her breast that is not like all the others they’ve found before. She’s going straight for surgery this time. They might cut off her whole breast this time. They might take both of them.
I hate to think of it.
It’s happening on Thursday.
Not only is that happening, but I found that my dad isn’t doing well either.
Ever since his stroke in October a few days before my birthday, he’s been really shaky and weak.
He has Parkinson’s they think.
I’m losing my mind thinking that my parents, my rocks, the only people I have in my life, are deteriorating.
I don’t know what to do.
The voices are coming back and I don’t have the pills to blame this time and it’s scaring me even more.
I don’t want to sleep and I don’t want to do anything but vomit
It hurts to be so low when you’re alone.
my mom told me that in high school she use to get boyfriends at the beginning of February so they had enough time to get her a valentines day gift and then break up with them the day after and just keep the gift and one day she told her parents about it and they made her keep her boyfriend at least until the end of February and so she did and that boy is now my dad
If you could go anywhere in the world right now would it be to a “where” or to a “who”?
I was not prepared for this question