I don’t talk about my illness so that you will feel sorry for me. I talk about it so you will know what I’m going through, why I am the way I am. I don’t want your pity. I want your understanding.
And sometimes, I talk about it because I had a bad day and just like you, talking about the bad thing makes me feel better. It just so happens I have a lot of bad days and my illness is usually at the core of it.
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At last my eyebrows are reaching their full potential. My eyes are so cute n handsome!!
hey guys i saw a porn gifington and my mcmeatery got a thorough bonerooski NYELLO!!! then i commented on it with some goobery like “yea do it for father” because im a BIG geek