Still not ready to talk, but I have written just scared to actually put it anywhere to be read out loud as it probably outs me as a horrible, ungrateful brat. I have been asked to enter it into a literary contest at school, yet another option to decide.
The cancer is stage 4, and we are still waiting if/when to have a treatment plan.
Work is still a very hard place.
I've had some ups like court side Mavs and a sweaty Josh Howard towel.
Frustrated with a certain man in my life.
I can't fucking do 8th grade math!
I have a hawt date with a six yr old back home for some bowling fun. Something I'm honestly most looking forward too!
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