Crutches = Cherie
I've been having really bad major episodes with my family.
I'm very upset, also at the fact that I missed my first psysio.
Cherie drives me to hospitals, washes my tears away, feeds me, clothes me, helps me put on my socks, buys me crutches, takes me to comic book stores on Wednesdays 'cause Wednesdays are comic book days, take pictures of eachother + more! I shower at her house and sleep on her bed.
We might as well just be fucking lesboz.
