How I feel. A month of nearly no sleep, when I do it's only an hour. Endless long nights of worry and stress, now this. Mixed emotions of grief and relief. Sad she's gone, happy she's not in pain anymore. Haven't eaten in God knows how long. Definitely can't eat now. Think I'm just gonna sack out for a few hours before I have to start dealing with people. Just exhausted. Fuck cancer. And any sick person who takes joy in my families pain because just wait until I get my hands in you.
