On the steps of death's door.

It doesn't feel like it'll take much to push me over the edge; and to be honest, I wish this would all end right now. This past week has been the worst of the worst. Thank God this is the last time I have to endure this torture, it is the only thought right now that is getting me through this. The minutes and hours move so slowly, why can't it be next week already; I know I would feel so much better. I keep waiting to wake up feeling stronger, more comfortable but it just won't happen. What am I doing wrong? What can I do to feel better? My poor parents are probably at their wits' end trying to make me comfortable. I think they were less annoyed when all I did was sleep, now all I can do is grunt and groan when I'm awake. Bless their hearts, what did they do to deserve this? Heck, what did I do to deserve this?

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