Cycles of me.
Nearing the end of exams. Struggling. Don't want to eat. Want to eat. Want to work, cannot work.
Went to the doctors today for a blood test. Walked into the wrong room. Embarrising. She deff saw the scars on my arm. Embarrassing without a small doubt.
On a plus, I saw Vasanti and her 3 children, who are all beautiful, today and she gave me another hug. That woman is amazing and a paradigm of mankind. She gave me her number yesterday, because I had wrote to her saying that I kept crying and she hated the thought of that.
I am shit scared of these last two exams. I feel like an old wall that is crumbling, or as said to Vasanti - Un puzzle qui perd de plus en plus de ses pièces.
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