Killing You.

Being sick, one gets alot of sympathy. It starts off amazing; you know- being waited on hand and foot. The sicker you get the more people act as PA's- which has endless possibilities. But eventually it get irritating because you then get handled as if you're handicapped and can't do a thing for yourself. You start to feel stupid and useless.

So I needed to leave- but what started as a road trip with my best friend ended me in finding something I didn't think someone like me would ever need- love.

"It's killing me that I'm killing you."