It's amazing how often we can wish ourselves dead;
until karma bites you in the ass.
Almost three thirty in the morning. I'm not asleep, because I've been at the hospital all night.
I've grown up in hospitals. Nothing knew.
This time, I'm not sure what I'll do.
I need to try to get a few hours of sleep.
I don't want to talk about this anymore.
edit:
I didn't sleep.
It hurt too badly...
