i've been sick for three days and in that three days i've done nothing but sleep, watch pointless t.v. and think about anything and everything. so between cold sweats and heat flashes, i've come to the conclusion that it will take more than just a low blow to the heart to stop me. i may still be heart broken and strung up on the boy who let me go, but so what? that's not going to stop me from being who i want to be. it's been three years and nothings changed. so maybe i should just embrace it and take my pain as a blessing and change for the better, instead of expecting the worse.