"C'oh a hurt inside, it's right here between the ribs, below the sternum, I can not tell whether it is right or left, is a widespread evil, muffled like when you leave a place too noisy.
If you think about it really, I say "but really?" do not ask me what it is, do not ask me why, but I'm damn evil remains, accompanied me for most of the day, the evening is felt more, perhaps arriving in the dark.
The fact remains that when there is noise, and if I think too much all around my head.
annoying this pain and I have been friends for quite some time before it was really unbearable, then I do not know why but he settled for good in the chest, just had to kick some for breaking direct, I will not have even noticed, I have not given weight, I left them privately, without even considering it was so only minimal pain and insignificant, those who you are and you do not notice even of those who think, "I? but are you crazy?".
And then you want to for one thing and another, I have not given weight, in fact I do not give a shit just to be sure, a pain so I've tried in the past, and I had promised to do everything possible to prevent his return.
But then I also noticed that in my little buggy and head, a pain like that was what I wanted, indeed, perhaps not, but that's what made me turn all perceptions toward something that is not me, to something that is not my fear.
And now I am in this hospital bed waiting to die, the doctors have given me very little time, maybe some day, doubt a whole month, and I do not even want to be a whole month, in fact I wish it were now, now , a blow dry and firm, which makes noise when you open the watermelon ... crack.
we said, this disease has changed me a lot, before ending up in hospital, I realized that I had changed a lot, I realized that I was interested less noise, but remained more focused on the feelings, so I'm doing a lot of friends , a lot of times more, but who really loved me noticed it and let it pass, he gave me his support in a silent way.
Tomorrow I do not know if I can still write, this is the second night in hospital, the third is waiting for me tomorrow, but I'm sure that will not be able to pass it, tomorrow I'll be there again?
... maybe.
But if I will, I know it will be the last week, the last hours in which this evil is not yet able to completely cover the heart, for now my head goes all out to send him away, but he always comes back ... "
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