I just miss you a lot, even though I don’t have the right to.
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You know shit’s not great when your RN says your blood sugars are too erratic to make any changes.
SIX WORD POEM (5/15/13)
Not every
murder
involves
a corpse.
Why do people keep featuring Pitbull? Please stop.
Why can’t my blood sugar just be under control? Why am I just not good at all this? One good day and I’m thrilled, but never any longer.
