December 2009
3 posts
I hate that I'm alone
I hate that I’m alone and you’re not.
You haven’t had to actually feel the pain like I have, you just cover it up with the next girl. I’m so much stronger than you.
At my neighbor's 70th birthday party,
I met a woman who reminded me of my grandmother a lot. I talked to her for a good twenty minutes, and almost cried when she walked away from me. I miss her more than I ever thought I could.
chemotherapy
“I think we’re done.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means we wait.”