There's just some days where you hurt all over... where moving sends waves of pain through your body and you'd rather curl up in the dark warmth of somewhere nice and secure, and sleep.
But then you can't.
That's my situation.
But I'll get up and muddle through, because I always get up and push my way through it.
I just wish that I'd actually take care of the pain and make it better, not push myself harder and ignore it for the sake of looking tough.
I wish I wasn't tough. I'd love to be delicate.
It's just not me.
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