You’re hurting me.

Some days I'm so angry, and they stick me with another needle, and another, and another, and I just grit my teeth and take it. "Anything," I tell myself, "anything to get well." Some days I just stay in my room, I forget to eat and I don't shower, and I cry a lot. I've... Continue Reading →

Battle Scars

There's battle scars on all my guitars but I still come out here and play - Ozma At this point, I've given up on the idea that any one of these surgeries will cure me.  When people smile and say lovely things like, "It's so great, after this surgery you'll be better!"  I smile and... Continue Reading →

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