~Tragedy~
Sunday, Apr. 27, 2008, 7:15 p.m.

Going blind is like a slow and painful death. I want to die a private, dignified death.
I don't want to be around anyone. I want for everyone to leave me alone. Maybe they could send me to a deserted island. All by myself.
I feel claustrophobic in my own house. The air around me seems stale and almost lifeless.
I venture out at night on my front porch Atleast there I can take a few clear breaths of air.
I sit there on my steps trying to remind myself to take a deep breath in for what lays just ahead for me. Maybe I'll find some new strength to keep going.
I can't adjust to this. I've seen too much beauty. I already understand that I won't be able to look into my baby's big blue eyes and see them smiling.
Fucking tragedy.
I'll miss my eyes like hell.
~H~