Date: 30th october 2024
Getting home my father saw me walking. My mom asked me how I was. I was okay. I truly was. I conquered this fucking race. While I was okay my father seemed to think I was not. See while my body was all fucked up I didn't care. It really doesn't matter. I barely could walk up the stares, but I knew it would pass and if it wouldn't, I would soldier the fuck on. It doesn't matter what life gives me. That's not my job to think about. At that point in time I had just mastered the day. What will I do today?