Mathew Henry. 1662-1714

...since my back exploded, it feels like I miss everyone and everything. Pain can be such a fucking bitch. I am walking well and living in a state of acuity. Does that make sense? Is there any way for any thing but work to be attended to when every third thought lands on my left cheek and radiates down as far as there still are nerves? I look in the mirror and feel like it made me instantly OLD. I try not to get depressed and not to think about how fucking close I almost came to achieving a life that was practically fair. and please forgive me for doing such a pisspoor job.