Not to much going on. Feeling pretty good. Waiting for my brain to be a little normal. Then hitting the school work hard. Sorry all my profs, brain is fried. Steroids, miricle drug, but do they mess your mind up. Can not pull a thought forward, totally emoitional, and confused. I hate it.
I have been doing alot of thinkinking about people wanting to be friends and make peace when you are sick. For as long as you have known the person they are mean to you. Never say a kind word, offer any encouragement, point out all your faults to anyone who will listen. Then you get sick. Now they feel the need to make nice. Why? When I was "well" I was food for fodder. Now I might die, and you need a clear conscience. That is pretty selfish. Plus, I want you to choke. I know it is not a very mature attitude to have. I should be the better person. But, I do not want to. As I stomp my foot. The lesson here is to be nice, think before you speak. Then maybe a bridge can be crossed. Now it all seems so fake and phony. Plus I have zero reason to ever trust a word out of your mouth.
I want to say thank you, thank you, to my sister-in-law for setting this up for me. I can not believe how rambleing on is making me feel better. R you rock!!!
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