I love when I hear "_____ makes me think of you"

I like to be thought of. Good or bad should be in my control but it isn't. Blah, get over being sick just to be a whole new kind of sick. Feeling like I'm breathing through a cotton filled chest. Kind of like a carebear or some stuffed animal. Tired button eyes that can't shut also sums up my sleep pattern or lack of. Ugh.

I've learned if you live your life in fear then you're not really living. Someone gave me some homemade candy thing today. Fear of it being poisoned is not the same as above haha. No offense but its kinda at the bottom of the trashcan. Fear of dying can keep you alive sometimes. Sometimes.