Twisting Innards…

It’s gut wrenching. Literally. Quickened breath, backaches, wobbly jelly-like legs…ur insides are twisting and wrenching themselves in a struggle to get out of ur body…all drenched in blood. It’s a struggle to take a step. The head starts pounding…teardrops are falling. U just want to yank ur ovaries out and be done with it. u lift a cigarette to ur lips…and find dat ur bloody hands are trembling…no, not because of the cold, cos u’re starting to sweat. Rite…jus 5 more days, 4 if u’re lucky.

the muscle spasms and occasional goosebumps are driving me insane. Source of comfort; Kanye West and the fact dat dine has to cope worst than me (sorrie dine, I noe very bad…but least I dun get such horrible headaches. Hugs.).

great…now hv to go get sumthing for grandpa…