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Day 16, January 2011
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Day 16, January 2011
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"What is the nature of being a person? What is the best way to go about being a person? How did we come to be, and what will become of us when we are no longer?"
- John Green
Day 16, January 2011
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Day 15, January 2011
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Feels like all that’s been on my mind washed away.
It’s just that I’m over-delighted with the feelings I’ve got this day. Good times. :)
Day 15, January 2011
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The one I missed.
(Source: miss-elen, via thedamfrenchfries)
Day 14, January 2011
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Colorado Springs, Colorado, USA
© Chris ColemanIf I ride away here, I may not be coming back again. :D
Day 14, January 2011
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Day 14, January 2011
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A sudden flare up
It was yesterday when I came home, just when I stepped in at my room that a vigorous feeling of illness attacked me. I felt the very warmth of my body, the splitting headache, and I started to breathe as hard as it was going to be. I laid in my bed, continuously puffing with my medicine until it emptied. It is, I’m sick. And I’m home alone. I tried to call my mother many times as I can still hold my phone but she cannot be contact. What I’m going through was hard, getting hard. The medicine I’m taking didn’t got me feel better. So I need to get that another medicine I should also take when the other one doesn’t work for my remedy, but It’s already hard for me to stand or to move that time anymore because I can’t already force myself into it. There’s nothing I can do but to just breathe even if it took me to the deepest I should be.
My mother arrived home after 40 minutes of my difficulty but I wasn’t already cured and there she was shocked of what’s happening to me. I just told her to get my medicine because I could not talk properly. I puffed and nebulized until my feeling gets better. I just hope this will not be going to happen again anymore.
My tears just fell, I cried and I’m scared to close my eyes. I really fight hard and didn’t stop.
I had a bad thought that it was going to be my last breath. But God helped me not to give up. :)
And time goes on.
