Just 2 more years.

I would just like to say that today I woke up feeling rather pleasant but soon enough the sharp pain inflicted brought me back down to earth. I fucking hate going to the doctor. I also hate feeling rather shaky and uncomfortable on the paper sheet which I sat on, waiting for the doc to arrive. My territory was completely invaded, and even though it has to be done, I'd really rather not go through the ordeal.
Let's start again.
Listen to this song, it will make you and I feel so much better.

You won't regret it.

Hold my hand and take a deep breath...
Whoever said holding someones hand would make anyone feel better? One day we're all going to have to brave the storm alone but if we expect a helping hand we'll simply die in the process. Tell me this, if no one will help you, will God?
We squeeze our way out of this perfect cubicle we called home for nine months while the process occurs. We get fingers, we get toes, we get ready to say goodbye to the warmth and enter this place. It shocks our eyes and the smell is unbearable. The lights burn our eyes and we scream out of terror. The whole place is falling apart and we're just one more sad story thrown into the mix. They grab us by the ankle and smack us, trying to give us the hint that we've arrived. But all we wanna do is crawl back up in mommas womb where everything is serene. Where everything is safe.

It's 29 degrees outside today,
so why do I feel so cold?