My name is Alyssa, I have always been sick. Mentally and psychically. I've learned that things get easier. But my life has never been easy. It's never been simple. But that's what makes life-I guess.
Sickness.
It never seems to be worrying until death becomes a side affect. Or until blood spills from one's mouth. Or until it swipes away one's capabilities to read. Or one's urge to eat.
It always feels like nothing can help; As if the word is tumbling down and all one can do is watch.
There isn't always a cure.
You can't help the fact.
But that won't stop Travis from trying.