The Devil You Know: Inside the mind of BlisteredBlood

[BlisteredBlood]

Sunday Afternoon,
July 17th, 2011

Once again, I find myself to be only bullshitting myself. I try my hardest sometimes to put up a tough front, but then I sink. And when I sink, I sink like I had a set of cement shoes.

Lately ladies and gentlemen, I've been keeping very close tabs on my mom. She hasn't been feeling so well. Whether it's her diabetes running high, her asthma acting up or the fact that she damn near went into renal failure last night, I can't hold a tough face and not think about it. And even if I did, I constantly look over to her - even now I did - to see how she is.

As a result of this, I think I lost a few days of sleep. But you know guys? I can't help it even if I could. I'm scared to think that the worst can happen at this point. Terrified even.

I gotta get going. I'm not in the mood to talk more about it.