Trust me when I tell you that you will know who your true friends are when you go through something as tough as this. It was funny I only heard the door slam shut once. That is because they all left together. Anyway its depressing to talk about.
When asked, How are you? How do you feel?
I have good days and I have bad days. Lately it feels as if the good and bad are running together. When they ask, What are your plans for later? What I really want to tell them is...
Anyway most of the time I can't tell the good days and bad days apart especially when on most days I want to wake up, don a black cape, buy a black cat, put on my ruby red slippers, buy a book on spells and stir some shit up in a pot.
Now you tell me, is that a good day or bad day?