words, words, words

the creative musings of a girl who cant write

  • Every once in a while, like when I turn a corner and an elevator opens right when I need one, I find little things that reaffirm that I am in the right place at the right time. I am where I am meant to be. I have to keep telling myself that.
  • I hate cancer.
  • Sharing a hotel room with two other women over a long period of time is difficult. I’m always hot, they’re always cold. There’s one shower and one mirror. Etc.
  • When you have to look at illness every day, it is easy to cry. Everywhere I look I see people fighting cancer with various degrees of success. The young children who are undergoing treatment are the most heartbreaking.
  • There was a cat abandoned at this hotel that I have been feeding, and he brightens my day. He’s so friendly and loves people and attention. I named him Mr. Boots. He helps me fight my homesickness and makes me homesick at the same time.
  • Mr. BootsI miss my own bed, my own apartment, my boyfriend, my family, my cat, having a normal routine, work, etc.
  • I hate cancer.
  • I will never be able to eat Mexican food in Ohio after this. Nothing compares. I’ll probably still go to Barrio, though.
  • Did I mention I hate cancer?

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