hummingwolf | ::whimper::

Trying to restrain the urge to think about how pathetic my life is thanks to lack of energy and excess of pain. Not succeeding very well.

I wish I wish I wish I had the energy to take certain people up on their offers of various sorts.

I wish I wish I wish I had a social life, a career, *something*.

I wish I had more attractive options.

Some people tell me that my experience with fibro has made me a better person. Wonderful. So my past experiences have been invaluable. So why can't it all go into the past yet? Why does the present have to stink too?

With every fiber of my being, I hate being sick.