the atmosphere at home feels a little tense because of X reasons. i stayed in bed, drifting in and out of sleep. i had several strange dreams, including a particularly vivid nightmare about being chased by a sword-wielding serial killer who was trying to behead me.
i feel extremely fragile today and normally i would hate myself for it. but not this time! today i am proud of myself because: 1. i eventually got out of bed, 2. i did the things i had to do, and most importantly 3. i said yes when he asked me if i was going to school tomorrow. even though i really wanted to say no.
i will not let the illness win.
a face in the crowd 