I'm trying. I'm attempting, to override my infinite agony. The bud helps, though, I do not promote the usage of illegal substances. Without it, I'd probably be dead. I still talk to the person who had condemned me with this, why, because I'm an idiot. My crying spells are still fiercely occurring, but what am I to do, but allow them the privilege. I went to work for the first time, since my month-long hospitalization. It went better than I thought, tough, money will barely be coming in, with the hours they've blessed me with. I'm trying to stay afloat.
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