I guess I should tell you...
I have a disease.
Somedays it doesn't interfer with my everyday life. I can wake up and feel like a million bucks. Everything seems bright and sunny and full of promise. On days like these, I forget that I have the disease. But somedays I wake up and I feel like my body is being eaten alive, turned inside out, beaten repeatedly with large heavy objects. On days like those, it's hard to get out of bed.
On the good days, I bounce out of bed and I just want to run around in circles because I'm so happy and full of positive energy. I could run a marathon and not get winded. Well...maybe I could run around the block and not get winded. I would do cartwheels on the front lawn if I knew how to do them. On the bad days, I have to drag myself out of bed, kicking and screaming.
Sometimes I feel like everyone knows I have this disease, and they stay away from me because of it. They think it's contagious. Actually it could be, I'm not sure. There hasn't been that much research about the disease and how it spreads. So for all I know, I could very well be spreading it. But I don't think I am. No one else seems to be suffering like I am. No one else seems has mood swings, headaches, nausea, rapid heartbeat, sweaty palms, random fits of crying, and urges to do self-violence.
I've seen a few doctors, but they never are able to help me. They all examine me, and listen to me describe my symptoms, and they can all identify the disease right away. But then they say that it's beyond their expertise, and they send me to someone else. I know it's no use, that no one can help me. Because I know there is no cure.
I don't know if anyone knows I have this disease. I mean I guess you know now, because I'm telling you. But did you know before this? Probably not. I'm pretty good at hiding it. I bet you thought I was normal. I bet that if I hadn't just told you...
...you never would have known I was in love.
Somedays it doesn't interfer with my everyday life. I can wake up and feel like a million bucks. Everything seems bright and sunny and full of promise. On days like these, I forget that I have the disease. But somedays I wake up and I feel like my body is being eaten alive, turned inside out, beaten repeatedly with large heavy objects. On days like those, it's hard to get out of bed.
On the good days, I bounce out of bed and I just want to run around in circles because I'm so happy and full of positive energy. I could run a marathon and not get winded. Well...maybe I could run around the block and not get winded. I would do cartwheels on the front lawn if I knew how to do them. On the bad days, I have to drag myself out of bed, kicking and screaming.
Sometimes I feel like everyone knows I have this disease, and they stay away from me because of it. They think it's contagious. Actually it could be, I'm not sure. There hasn't been that much research about the disease and how it spreads. So for all I know, I could very well be spreading it. But I don't think I am. No one else seems to be suffering like I am. No one else seems has mood swings, headaches, nausea, rapid heartbeat, sweaty palms, random fits of crying, and urges to do self-violence.
I've seen a few doctors, but they never are able to help me. They all examine me, and listen to me describe my symptoms, and they can all identify the disease right away. But then they say that it's beyond their expertise, and they send me to someone else. I know it's no use, that no one can help me. Because I know there is no cure.
I don't know if anyone knows I have this disease. I mean I guess you know now, because I'm telling you. But did you know before this? Probably not. I'm pretty good at hiding it. I bet you thought I was normal. I bet that if I hadn't just told you...
...you never would have known I was in love.