Why is it that when the lights are off, everything is quiet and we are in our beds that our masks come off? That quiet time when we let our guards down and let everything go? Sometimes that is the part of the day that petrifies me the most. I don't always want people to see me "unmasked" because I surely wouldn't like to be that vunerable. Though there are some nights, like tonight, I wouldn't mind showing that side of me and how much I hurt right now.
By the way I am rescinding my descion to get a breast reduction, I can't handle the post op well. Nor am I ever having a cescarian section. Never.
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