So tired of looking at that old journal entry.

Life progresses. Every day I find myself healing and starting to slip into old habits... Some of them not so good. I've started to trust people again, and in many ways thats turning out to be a bad idea. People have an enormous capacity to hurt others. Even if I'm not letting them get too deeply entrenched, those small slices are more painful than a deep stab it seems.

But then... it might not matter much longer anyway. (Dum dum DUMMM!)

You see, I found out I have cancer. Treatable, I'm told... but being told that part of your body has twisted inside you is a bit of a shock to the system. I watched my grandmother die from colon cancer... I watched my mother fight colon cancer for a long time. That, of course, is why I get the checkup in the first place. Like I said, its only stage 1, and the are confident they can get it all in one fell swoop... but it still rattles ya.

So yeah, I'm not gonna die, but allow me a bit of melodrama... because I've already taken so much, whats a bit more gonna hurt?



On another note; I hate being lied to. I understand everyone stretches things, and perceptions are different. But when you've known someone as long as I have, and talked daily for years... don't tell me something that I KNOW is a lie, and then get pisseh when I call you on it.