Tuesday, March 01, 2005
do it. It's too hard. I sit in my room, and I scream at the mirror - I've cried a million tears - and still they come, never stopping. I keep telling myself that I can do this, I can be strong. But I can't, it's just too hard. I feel like half of my body has been ripped off - and yet I am suppose to keep living - to do the things I normally do - acting like all is fine and I will get through this. The pain is excruciating.