I might not be alive for much longer. I am not like terminal as far as I know, but my senses and mind and body have gotten a lot weaker than I could have imagined, many times over.

I have to keep trying, but I am very weak and vulnerable right now. Everyday is a struggle. I can’t really sleep that well, mostly because I don’t have a comfortable bed. I sleep on two towels, laid on a wood floor. Cats pissed on the last pillow I have so I have a t-shirt I folded and try to use as a pillow.

I am just tired of being told of how I have to do things.