I guess the best way I can say that I cope is with the hope in my heart that the day i "walk" out of here i'll be walking on my way into the arms of the family I love, along with the man I love. I live daily with the hope that he will come to his senses and realize that we werent a mistake... because if we were, then that means I am a mistake. Im miserable day in and day out. This place grating on my last nerve, the only thing that makes it tolerable is the CNA's, They are pretty okay for the most part, sept that chick in the frikkin afternoon oy fuckin vey... Ugh I just cant stomach her anymore. I look at the calendar ( much as I try not to these days ) and I just groan.. another month of her having me from 3-11. But whatever. Turmoil in my soul keeps me fixated on other things. Oh, on a good note, that crazy woman doesnt come to pshycho analize me anymore... or however its spelled lol. Thank god... ugh...
~B
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