when the lost is more than the gain

this constant wave of vomit at the back of my throat is killin' me.

have been holding this title in front of my name for a year now... conclusion?

you give and give and give...

and lose so much of yourself in the process...

no more heads against the skies..

no more candy clouds on top of trees...

just very real physical pain no amount of medicine is going to heal...

and emotional burden no donkeys in this world can help me carry...

but it's alright because the baby's going to come in May and maybe this annoying tickle at the back of my throat will stop.

i miss bristol. i miss my mother. heck i miss the old me. I am getting way too old and cynical for my own good.

i am thankful nevertheless.