full circle.

Breast biopsy in the morning. Been thinking about how I want to die all weekend.

You know, never hurts to allow your anxiety to run amok and come up with worst case scenario after  worst case scenario, it keeps it busy so you can get stuff done.

I was born on the kitchen table.

I think I want to die on the kitchen table too.

I mean why not go out as you came in aye?

I either need to loose some weight or get a bigger table though.