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I hate being sick and having zero energy.
Even painting is effort.

In the back of my mind worry lingers.

"Kathleen, I'd rather you go and find out it's nothing, then find you dead somewhere."

I think that's what love is.

I'm probably overreacting, but things have been going on for ages.

My mom says I have to be well before we do anything. Well, as in how!?

"As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts."- Isaiah 55:9