The only good thing about being this ill, I get to see who really does care about me. But while I say good thing, it’s not because it hurts like hell and in true honesty I sometimes wonder why I’m putting myself through fighting this.
And for all you untrusting people who Didn’t believe that I am sick, I hope that you now see I am and you can eat your words.
And even though every time i move is hurts intensely it’s nothing on the pain of the last year.
And I swear until I’m on my death-bed that my broken heart is the reason my body has given up on me. I swear I’m dying of a broken heart.
Trust me when I say never fall in love because it will kill you.