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bending_sickleAnd then it's the anger and frustration. Part of the problem is how little we understand about the ultimate betrayal of the body when it rebels against itself.*
It must be my hormones because I should not, by rights, be feeling so miserable and lost and worn-dorn and teary.
Because no matter the number of songs about it, standing around crying, or sitting around crying and staring vacantly at a mental list of things to do, with no idea whatsoever what you should do next, except maybe brethe in (or was it out?), is not cool.
Please gods let it be hormones.
Also, I've learnt this about myself: I stand up well under pressure, can walk for many miles and live off of anything (not matter how meagre or haphazard the meal), and I'm a bitchin' queen at reading maps.
Also, S'-Gravenhage = Den Haag, so no more confusions as to where I live.
* Charles Bronson**
** Who also said, I felt along with her - not the physical pain, of course, but all her mental anguish. You can't be detached. She needed to have someone who understood what was happening in her mind, which was my second choice for this post's title.
It must be my hormones because I should not, by rights, be feeling so miserable and lost and worn-dorn and teary.
Because no matter the number of songs about it, standing around crying, or sitting around crying and staring vacantly at a mental list of things to do, with no idea whatsoever what you should do next, except maybe brethe in (or was it out?), is not cool.
Please gods let it be hormones.
Also, I've learnt this about myself: I stand up well under pressure, can walk for many miles and live off of anything (not matter how meagre or haphazard the meal), and I'm a bitchin' queen at reading maps.
Also, S'-Gravenhage = Den Haag, so no more confusions as to where I live.
* Charles Bronson**
** Who also said, I felt along with her - not the physical pain, of course, but all her mental anguish. You can't be detached. She needed to have someone who understood what was happening in her mind, which was my second choice for this post's title.
