A Sense of Fear
Posted in : Uncategorized on by : ks Tags: fear, suicide
I thought I understood the effect I had had on people, how I had made them feel. I was wrong. I had no idea of the severity of my actions on others.
I thought I understood the effect I had had on people, how I had made them feel. I was wrong. I had no idea of the severity of my actions on others.
I told her she had school, so she asked if she could come again next weekend.
I consider this “stolen” time.
With court papers in hand, I came home with a close friend, to check if this tumor was still here, but the malignant growth had left. It took me weeks to track it down, but I did, and I had the papers served on Tuesday evening at 11:30pm.
The marks looked like old bruises, and they showed up during the previous night. I check my arms and legs for marks every evening as I have Peripheral Neuropathy and as such I do not feel much in the way of pain on my arms and legs. Thus I keep injuring myself and not knowing about it.
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