i.e. right about now.
  1. The boy.
    And all the incredible things he writes to me and says to me and does for me to try to convince me I'm not worthless.
  2. The rain.
    Trickling softly from the ashen clouds through the hazy fog bank before finally plopping onto the rounded indigo mountaintops.
  3. The inner debate on whether I want the news from my neurologist to be good or really, really bad.
    Honestly, I end up curled in a ball at least once a day crippled by all of the decisions I have to make to even continue being a person in today's world. Can't help feeling an unavoidable end would be a twisted kind of silver lining.