I am a person who wants to do a lot of things, confined in to the body who wants to sleep all the time. And such body is pain in the … wherever you want. It just hurts. I am not the person I am, I am not what you see.
My body is actually funny, you never know in what condition you wake up, or you will feel within few hours, sometimes even less, whether I will need plaster, because my fingers decide to bleed, or I will look like a teenager with face full of red dots, which hurt fairly too much. I have also currently some kind of allergic reaction without any clear source and people ask me whether I have the flu which runs around already. My body is most probably just preparing for the spring which will never come to Finland, but who cares. Anyway, I am so tired and my hands feel like in fire and in pain. It is very difficult to write. The pain is my everyday follower. Sometimes I am trying to be brave and make a fun of it. Sometimes I am just weak. Sometimes I wish I can change into the dust and be blown away. I just want to be accepted as a person who suffers of pain most of the time but I am still a human being with hopes and I am not giving up. I really fight with all the things. I am not asking why I am having such a disease. I do not want to have answers. I just want to live with head up.
My body is actually funny, you never know in what condition you wake up, or you will feel within few hours, sometimes even less, whether I will need plaster, because my fingers decide to bleed, or I will look like a teenager with face full of red dots, which hurt fairly too much. I have also currently some kind of allergic reaction without any clear source and people ask me whether I have the flu which runs around already. My body is most probably just preparing for the spring which will never come to Finland, but who cares. Anyway, I am so tired and my hands feel like in fire and in pain. It is very difficult to write. The pain is my everyday follower. Sometimes I am trying to be brave and make a fun of it. Sometimes I am just weak. Sometimes I wish I can change into the dust and be blown away. I just want to be accepted as a person who suffers of pain most of the time but I am still a human being with hopes and I am not giving up. I really fight with all the things. I am not asking why I am having such a disease. I do not want to have answers. I just want to live with head up.
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