When.We.Found.Ourselves.In.The.Woods

You offer me a hand as we’re climbing down a hill. I’m slipping, I wore the wrong shoes and you don’t want me to fall. It seems innocent enough and I accept.
I end up falling anyway, for you. I shouldn’t have accepted, I know I’m a sucker for hands.

my hips hurt because my mom passed her bad joints down to me, thanks a bunch, mom. it really sucks, like the muscles get all tght, especially when it’s cold, and its really hard to walk and stuff. it sucks. anyway…NMB sometime if you feel like it, thanks for the note 😀

no painkillers yet. but right now tears are rolling down my face it hurts so bad, i could use some. i have to go to the cleveland clinic, some huge hospital in cleveland to get tested and stuff. i might need surgery.

Yeah it too. Your a very talented writer.