There is some difficulty in writing this, besides the emotional part, the memories tend to be.... disjointed, so if its hard to follow, I apologize.
About a week or two after the initial diagnosis, my mother was moved to the Palliative
Updated October 26th, 2009 at 05:51 AM by DamagedGoods
I am cursed/blessed with incredibly realistic dreams. I can see/hear/smell/taste/feel as though I were awake in a lot of my dreams. I tell you this so you will understand the terror in what I am about to impart.
It started out wonderful,
Updated November 25th, 2008 at 09:58 AM by DamagedGoods
Shortly after my aunt broke the cancer to me, my mom apologized... fuck she apologized to me! Strangely that made it so much more horrifying, it brought all the utter wrongness to the forefront. A few minutes later the doctor came in and spoke with
Updated October 26th, 2009 at 05:50 AM by DamagedGoods
In person, I find it extremely difficult to open up, even to my closest friends. So, it has taken me a great long while to decide to write this at all. It isn't that I distrust my friends, but I tend to shut down emotionally without really being able
Updated October 26th, 2009 at 05:49 AM by DamagedGoods
Ok, I still haven't collaborated with Jen on the rest of the Kirby story, so in the meantime... I thought I would introduce everyone to the wonderful world of Geoducks.
I was raised inland by parents who both strongly disliked seafood,
Updated November 17th, 2008 at 09:32 AM by DamagedGoods
(forgot linkage (thanks malq))