The Weather Inside

I'm sitting here waiting for my cold medicine to kick in so I can get some rest tonight. Hopefully I'll be able to wake up in the morning too. Or not. That was my last dose, so hopefully my body will be able to lick this sometime during the wee hours of the morning.

I wish there was medicine for all the other crap that's wrong with me. But alas, I am incurable. Infested with a cancer that never does anything except fester inside me. Some days are better than others, though. Lately I've had a string of bad days. I wish I knew where they came from and what caused them, but I have been unable to trace them back to their source. They just seem to pop up at random and make me and everyone around me miserable. I have no explanation for any of it. All I can say is I'm sorry. And know that when I turn out the light at night in bed alone (again), chances are I'll cry for a little while before sleeping. And there is no stopping it. It is the weather inside me. My insides haven't seen sun in a while.