I can time this.
I could have it down to a fine science.
I could know when it's going to come back, every down to the minute.

I don't know what good that would do though.
I don't think I would be able to stop it at all.
It's not like there is anything I would stock up on.
Anything to make it any easier.

When I told him that I wasn't ok, I really did mean it.
No one ever believes anyone else when they say something like that.
They should.
I should.

And I'm sure I'll make it though, just because I always do.
That won't make it pass any quicker, won't make it any easier on him.
My only hope is that I can keep it to myself for the most part.
Leave him out of it, not drag him down.
That wouldn't be fair.

Ask me to scream.
I'll show you what the true meaning of that word is.
- posted by Catherine @ 3/21/2006 02:46:00 PM