Hello loves, how are you?
*sigh*
I'm not doing so hot.
RECAPITULATION. (Aka-Recap)
1. My poetry sister (Love her to death) just got back from rehab (cutting/drugs) on Monday. And she's changed. She's quiet...and she's on so much meds that she visibly shakes and walks slower. Before you all go "UGH I HATE people who do drugs!" or "UGH I HATE the poser cutting people." let me just say... that she's probably the one person who's been through yourshit+myshit+everybody'sshit COMBINED. *UGH* It's hard watching her go through that. She wrote a poem for me while she was in rehab. Her handwriting used to be fricking gorgeous. But the meds made her hands shake so bad--it took me an hour to fully read the poem she wrote. I'll post it up later.
2. My great uncle has three weeks to live, people. That's right. Damn cancer.
TOO MUCH POO IN MY LIFE.
I MUST CLEANSE IT.
