Thursday, October 4, 2012


Fertility drugs create unbelievable nausea, enough so that I couldn't sleep last night and breakfast is waging a battle within. It's like being pregnant without the baby.

I'm testing my resiliance in many ways today. Though it can only end badly, trying to stretch out the firmness of time, my eyes remain trained on the impossible. For better or worse, I am my own worst enemy.

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