I'm alive. And I'm good. I guess.
Maybe I'm hitting a weird point. But I've been feeling a little bitter. Bitter about the fact that while my friends were getting married, pregnant, new jobs, and degrees, I was trying to figure out why I couldn't breathe.
Only to find out it was cancer.
Maybe I'm frustrated. Maybe I'm hurting because I still feel like there's a long road ahead despite the cancer being gone, and the lung being out.
I'm just tired of always having to fight for everything and never getting anything.
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