Obsessions.

Why am I not better yet?
(Surely I should be okay by now?)

Why do I feel worse?
(It always gets worse before it gets better.)

How have I got this far?
(and how long do I have left?)

So many questions and no one to answer them.
(Do they even have answers?)

I'm lost.

"You're ill. It's not your fault"
I'm not convinced.

Ouch.

"I’m not brave anymore darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me."

A Farewell To Arms, Ernest Hemingway

I am a rock.

Today I got my nose pierced and wore a dress.

I'd say that constitutes a good day.