Second verse, same as the first
It's been a rough few days. The cats are worried sick about me, and I've barely been getting up out of the living room chair. The only thing preventing me from calling 911 on myself this time around is the hospital bills - I am thoroughly sick and tired of hearing my husband gripe about all the bills. He doesn't seem to me to care one whit about me getting well - just about all the bills we'll run up. It's as if the universe is telling me to die or something - something I refuse to do. I hope to... Sign in to see full entry.