2.16

2.16

Day three of being sick and this is the end.  As in starting tomorrow, I won’t allow myself to be sick.  Because if I give myself deadlines for being sad (never more than 24 hours), why not a deadline about being sick?  All I can’t do is breathe, and really, what does that matter?

PS my mom makes a horrible nurse.

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