6mm Polyp On Gallbladder

I could smell.

Cold shower?
No, worse: step back in time.
A simple, fucking song, and then returns it. The anguish, despair, the fear, the breath is lacking, the constant tears, the endless darkness, anger, especially RABIES. That damned angry that I was eaten alive, eaten, erased, filled with fear, upset. I had hit rock bottom, I was practically lying there crying. But the thing that I can never forget that tunnel was dark and dead, that sense of despair that the end had come but he could not give me peace. I think back to my bones, my flesh, as I had come to hate them because they were the only thing that kept me tied here. My bones, my lovely bones protruding. Think of the pounds lost, locked up in hell when me and the rest of the world could no longer see it. Resignation, I remember those songs played constantly full of anger, I remember my tears cold, my hands were frozen and all I felt cold even though we were in August. I remember the days unnecessary, the minutes still, my bed and my room were not mine, not mine anymore, simply because I was not there anymore. I remember the fear that I am petrified.
was hell, and I remember us back.
I'm afraid. I'm afraid of anything. I will not be affected. I do not want to be afraid. I do not want to remember. I do not want to suffer. I can not ... I can not let anybody near. I do not want no one beside me, because ... I'm afraid.