Boy next door is right.
I do push myself, and in actual fact, am not entirely truthful about my own health.
But i do not wish to sit at home, in this sea of black and drown in my weaklingness.
It is not something I expect of anyone else - it is something that would be reprimanded, thus my own hypocrisy.
But alas, i feel like crap and refuse to admit it.
And I refuse to submit.
Fuck you all that makes feel run down.
You are my enemy and I refuse to let you win by slowing me down.
I know my body, and I can fight this - you will not lead me to believe otherwise.
Go pick on someone of your own plane of existence bodily evills.
Because, again,
FUCK YOU.
(and that's $3 to the swear jar)
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