Vivere. That's what I keep trying to tell myself.
My boyfriend, my rock, my world, and I broke up. I am now on my own again. Square one.
Picked up another job that I work 24 hour shifts at too. Went to the rheumatologist yesterday, they took 4 very large tubes of blood. I've been getting random bruises that just started a few months ago. I really hope nothing else is wrong but then again, that's how my life is going right now. My doc says I need to slow down; I can't.