Transplant looms closer each day and hangs over us all like a huge dark cloud.
I am a huge dark cloud. I am finding it harder and harder to maintain my plastic smile to the world and fake that all is ok.
It's not ok........It's pants.
I am fed up with everything.
I have cancelled my twitter account because its a benign waste of time really.
I have closed my facebook account because, frankly, I am worried I will have a huge four letter word torraid to some pillock who moans it's hard doing the Christmas shopping.
I am angry and don't really trust myself around people.
'How's Brett today?' they text - when they can be bothered -
what could I reply...
"Ace, he's ace! he's so excited about all the excruciating pain and misery he's going through but your text takes all the pain away.
To think you've thought about us for 1 minute out of your busy life makes me swoon with gratitude.
So glad you texted, what's up?
Did you just finish the sudoko and have two minutes left of your coffee break? you dumb ass, you complete arrogant fuck wit, you poor excuse for a human being,
coz, if you really cared, you'd be here, if you really cared you would have visited at some point over the last 5 months, so lets drop the niceties and just go and stick your phone where the sun don't shine LOL :) X "
LMAO at the thought of it.
LMAO at the thought of it.
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