eew.
looking at the bruise on my arm from when they stole four tubes of blood is a painful reminder of the hope that i have for someone being able to figure out what is wrong with me.
tomorrow we will see.
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Your world is who you meet. It’s the lives you change. It’s the lives that change you. The world is the places you go and the things you find there. It is the things you learn, the secrets you keep, and the memories you share. The world can be changed, it can be stretched, it can be beaten down and raised up, or it can be wrapped around your little finger. It is for you to discover how.
looking at the bruise on my arm from when they stole four tubes of blood is a painful reminder of the hope that i have for someone being able to figure out what is wrong with me.
Labels: ouch
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