I love the way you lie
Tomorrow. Well technically today. In a few hours. I’ve been so up and down about this surgery. I got over the emotional part and I still feel fine about it. But I’m getting a little sad. It’s so stupid. This last period I had was miserable. I bled for 15 days and it kept me from having sex and it was messy and painful and tiring. but saying goodbye to organs is never easy no matter how treacherous they may be. Sure my uterus has been unkind but it did what it was supposed to do. We had an abusive relationship but I liked the way it hurts. We made promises to each other. We broke promises. It’s time to let go.
So sadness is okay.
I’m also nervous cause duh. I’m me.
And anytime you have to go under it’s always a little scary. Like sure I’m gonna be fine but you know sometimes shit happens. Plus I’m super anxious about everything anyway so this is just the way it is.
You never know though. So if I die, I want to say to everyone: I loved you all. I really really did. I loved you.
But I can do this. It is all going to be good. I’ll be fine. I am strong. I’ve been through worse. most importantly: I am unfuckwithable. even when it comes to a yeeterus. Especially when it comes to a yeeterus.
Marianne: throw this phone into a volcano.
