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Just Di
Thursday, September 13
"Can you hold my hand? This really hurts..."
When they tell you you're in remission you think "Thank God it's all over..." Then you wake up
and realise it's NEVER over! This is how you will live, what you thought was your life for the reason of the time your clock is still ticking. It pisses me off and I still ask why... and I still get mad when I see people I know complaining about the stupidist shit while I'm trying to follow the crap below so I don't kick the bucket before I'm 30. Then I have to deal with the assholes who think I've made it all up for the what, the fun of it? See the pictures below... that's the real motherfucking deal here! There's no faking this shit, and why I feel I need to explain that is beyond me. I still work everyday I can get my fat ass out of bed. I still try and live as normal a life as possible. I still smile at the stupid t.v. shows and still make stupid mistakes. Just because you've been told you have cancer doesn't mean you have this great epiphany like they show on t.v. This isn't t.v. this is the real motherfucking deal right here. There's no rewind, there's no pause, and you don't get a lollipop and at the end of an hour show Dr. House is not going to come into my hospital room with a cure for my MDS. Sometimes I wish my life was like bad reality t.v. then I realise it is, only I'm not on t.v. but it sure is reality...
and realise it's NEVER over! This is how you will live, what you thought was your life for the reason of the time your clock is still ticking. It pisses me off and I still ask why... and I still get mad when I see people I know complaining about the stupidist shit while I'm trying to follow the crap below so I don't kick the bucket before I'm 30. Then I have to deal with the assholes who think I've made it all up for the what, the fun of it? See the pictures below... that's the real motherfucking deal here! There's no faking this shit, and why I feel I need to explain that is beyond me. I still work everyday I can get my fat ass out of bed. I still try and live as normal a life as possible. I still smile at the stupid t.v. shows and still make stupid mistakes. Just because you've been told you have cancer doesn't mean you have this great epiphany like they show on t.v. This isn't t.v. this is the real motherfucking deal right here. There's no rewind, there's no pause, and you don't get a lollipop and at the end of an hour show Dr. House is not going to come into my hospital room with a cure for my MDS. Sometimes I wish my life was like bad reality t.v. then I realise it is, only I'm not on t.v. but it sure is reality...
