Yes, your brother does have cancer.
My mother died last night.
They finally did it. After all the moodswings and warning signs, they killed themselves.
These are the phone calls I wait for.
Everytime I lose my phone or someone takes too long to text back these are the thoughts that come into my mind. Every time I go to bed without hearing from you I am afraid. I have haunting nightmares of pain. But I never know when it will get any better.
I live my life on the constant seat of drama. Becausee you are going to get that phone call and I find it better to be prepared. I live in that constant fear. They say that perfect love casts out all fear, but for me the more love the more fear. And I know that God is in control but he never said it wasn't going to hurt. And the hurt is what I'm used to. It's what I know life is filled with and waht I know how to deal with.
Constatnly prepared for the hurt.
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