If they only knew how hard I push to make it look like I’m not dying inside and white knuckling it through life. It’s not easy being here. Dead is easy.
No, I work alone at night in empty buildings, because the work is complete unless someone finds out I did it. If I did it we wouldn't admit we know it's done. We hate me.
I took my Mom for a follow up with the surgeon from her Mastectomy. He could see how much pain I was in and asked what was wrong then wrote me a prescription for pain meds. I guess I do t always hide it so well.
