I try so very hard to understand.
Why?
Why me?
Then why not me?
So confused.
I must do better.
You see, the last three weeks my health has bothered me.
Why try to move when it hurts so bad?
I have to get better.
For me.
I don't have you anymore.
Only me.
I'll take my meds and sleep longer.
Maybe when I wake.
I'm sorry I am rambling.
I'll fight some other time.
