The stronger I get, the more hits I receive. Blow after blow. I think that this situation starts to be pointless in every sense. I want to go back to my past reality, when the problems where only like a mist hanging around me, not real shapes coming towards me with a speed of light.
The blind spots, caused by looking in the sun to long.
I cannot think about anything that goes throughout my life. This would make me depressed, angry, envying, wanting or even worse suicidal. I don't want that at all. I hope that manias won't get me, that my illness won't come back, that I will see my grandma in a future days, that my Bac will be okay, that my