Here goes nothing...

I honestly never thought I would be doing one of these "blog" things. Something lit up in me as I was sitting on the toilet (yes, I am guilty of poop n surfing) listening to music and on facebook making a status. Now I wish I could say I was taking a nice mighty poo, but I wasn't I don't even think I pissed either, I just sat there as words spilled outta me. I don't even update my status much either, so wtf. I guess that's how my first post came to be..


I wasn’t having the best of nights, but in the wee hours of the morning I woke up in tears. I can’t really remember the dream. Which honestly doesn’t surprise me, not like it’s the first time it’s happened. However, I do remember my grandpa, mom, and dad being in the dream at some point. I vaguely remember other bits, like water, glass windows, and a car. And, something about a heart tattoo. I dunno it all happened so fast… and like before I was crying within my dream, waking up with eyes wet confused to what just happened. I forced myself to sleep after that. Seems like, as time goes on, my dreams get worse, but the less I remember them. Which in the long run could be better for me? It’s only been 9 days since I first started my new treatment, so I suppose we’ll see if things improve with more time.

I have a feeling these next few days won’t be any better.