So I recently found out that my disease is years farther along than I thought it was. Years farther along than it should be. I don't even know what to say about it. I'm sitting here staring at my computer screen trying to pin down some way to express how I'm feeling, but I can't. Its really hard to describe how to feel when you are reminded daily of whats going to happen to you in the not so distant future. Of whats going to kill you.
Its raining outside...thundering. Its fitting.
Its raining outside...thundering. Its fitting.