today had just been the worst day ever. I’ve been so organised lately, and so on top of everything, and today was supposed to be a great day of errands and presents.
of course I slept in and missed half the things needed, which I justified by the awesome sleep I got. I managed to make it to the doctors appointment and things were still great, and then the second she said it, everything stopped. how do you cope hearing that you have cancer? crying in the doctors arms is definitely what I imagined. going home and acting like it’s all okay, because who are you supposed to tell? and how? it’s not really something you throw into a conversation, especially when you don’t really have anyone close enough to feel the need to share.
I can tell tumblr, because honestly, who would read a text post this long and boring?
when you’re eating a bag of malteasers on the lounge, you often think to yourself, one more and I’ll stop. then you find yourself looking down and realising that the bag is empty and you’re still bored.
i’ll take my chance with aliens before i mess w/ whatever is at the bottom of the ocean
weed and death