I'd like to tell you it gets easier, but I can't because it really doesn't. It is more like you get used to the pain. You get to where all the pain runs into each other. Every once in a while you get a sharp piercing pain just to keep you on your toes. It tells you hello you can't escape me. i am here and I am not going away.
The sad thing is that you don't remember what it was like to be able to just go out and have fun like the other kids your age did. You are constantly told nope not today, your not well enough. You get tired of not being able to pick up the little boy you love so much that you would die a hundred times over just to have him. It's sad when he has to ask are you sick today or can you pick me up and play with me? No three year old should have to ask a sixteen year old that question. But life isn't fair and you get used to it.
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