I wanted to grow my hair back this year after cutting over a foot of it off in February. I wanted to run a half marathon this year. Instead I'll probably lose my hair and I won't have enough energy to grocery shop, much less run thirteen miles.
I'm feeling angry, bitter, and sad. Bigger than those is the sense of injustice of it all. And even bigger than that is the all encompassing weariness.
Nothing is ever easy. Not for me.
10:32 p.m. - 2014-05-22