Hey guys. I’m Gian and I’m in a bit of a frumpy spot.
So I have Ph+ ALL, a leukaemia that is currently kicking my arse to Mars and back. I recently just got diagnosed for the second time and it’s been incredibly resistant to everything they’ve been throwing at it.
Normally I’m a…
The planet we live on, with all its natural spectacularity, is probably the most magnificent thing we can ever experience.
Augustus John, what a feast
Weed, food, cry, weed, food, cry, weed, sleep. Its bad and my mind is going nuts, my mood goes 100% up and 100% down three times a day, I cry at class, I cry while driving, I cry in bus, I cry in bed, Im crying now and I cant stand a bit of others problems. Theres something wrong going on with me and I dont know what it is, I cant stand the pressure anymore, I cant stand others underestimation, I cant stand the thought that Im asking too much from life, and that it will slap me hard some more times and Ill fall down and never get up again. It brings me down like a heavy wet coat and I feel as if I didnt have enough of power to stop it, and nothing is right. I dont have friends, the so-called ones are too focused on themselves, boasting with their appearance and loves while I feel ugly and alone. Its too hostile here, so cruel, and all I can do is wait and suffer it some more time till I get some rescue, until something happens and brightens up my life, until a new life starts and Ill be myself again, the strong Betty again, without daily tears and fears, at least for some time. Im too down now. I just need to get up but Im scared that the same wet coat will bring me down like a feather - although my weight cant be called so. Looks are shitty, the world is cruel, people are so selfish and I am one of them, the broken one with head filled with others problems, so there is no place to talk about my own bugs.
Cruel man, junkie man
Dream man, perfect man
Any man but mine