Hugs are the best thing in the world. In them you'll find comfort and love in exuberant amounts. I'm about to complain and since writing is an outlet for me I'll do it here. Don't read on if that bothers you.
My mom is home and the surgery went well, yay. She's at home in pain having seizures still and I'm not there to take care of her, my dad, the house and everything else. I hear it in my dads voice, he doesn't quite know what to do. I'm finally starting to get over this sick business but I'm so completely exhausted that it doesn't matter. I collapsed saturday and nearly passed out yesturday. I am so far beyond needing sleep. I need rest and to obtain that the stress level needs to come down. Unfortunately this is the bad part of the semester where I need to crack down and focus on my grades and my jury. I hate the fact that the tears come now, when they seems so futile. I don't even hidethem enymore, I don't have the energy to. I hve a promise to keep so I'm off to bed.