T1

Where does one begin, since it has always just been this way. Told you can’t do this and shouldn’t  do that from a very early age. Through the random spikes that have you heaving on the cold tile floor, to the shaking, delirium raking your mind as you wait for the sugar to find  its way into your blood to make the numbers rise a little more. Nights spent alone wondering if you shut your eyes this time, will they open again, or will you not feel the numbness slithering upon you until it’s too late. You didn’t cause this, didn’t ask for it but maybe it was just some twisted kind of fate. Try to experience what you can with the time you have because unlike others you haven’t the luxury to just wait. While in the end it will be what kills you, this fucking disease will never cause you to break.