Omega19x

2:18pm: I think need a vacation from life. Can you put me in a coma?
All my mother did was cut my bangs too short. The con's not for another two weeks, surely it'll grow back at least a little by then. At least enough to not look like Seto Kaiba after getting hit by a weed whacker... Right?

Then why am I crying?
Why am I sobbing like a fucking freak of nature?

I'm scared. All right? Is that what you wanted me to say, world? I'm scared. I'm terrified. I'm going to the doctor on Wednesday, to try and figure out why I'm falling apart inside. Why the last test came back positive. Why I'm bleeding where and when I shouldn't be. And I'm scared.

I'm scared they'll find something, that it'll be something bad, and that the treatment will be worse than the problem.

I want to get away from it. I want to run far, far away from all the pills, the tests, the blood, the fear... I want to forget it for a little while. I want to escape to a place where I feel normal inside, where I am normal inside.

I just want AnimeFest to come so badly... so that for a few days, at least, I can relish in the fantasy that there's nothing wrong with me, and that no matter what happens - everything will turn out all right in the end... I want my perfect escape.

Is that too much to ask?