Vierge Folle.

info: twenty-one year old male diagnosed with hodgkin's lymphoma chronicling attempting to give the world a real-life & real time account of living with the disease, working through the treatment, and all the other obstacles thrown into the mix.



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La vie est la farce à mener par tous.

a season in hell

May 9

couldn’t sleep

For the past two weeks I’ve let this thing make me it’s bitch. I’m not going to be the bitch to a disease that I can make my bitch. I AM IN CONTROL OF THIS.

-I want a bicycle, so that I can excercise and fall asleep without having to take sleeping pills that they’ve re-prescribed me, because now they don’t fucking work. I want to be TIRED.
-I want to continue to go to school this semester, so what if two days out of the week I don’t feel GREAT. I’ll take the pills they give me for that, and I’ll do what I can.
-I want to work, generate income. This sitting at home doing nothing bullshit does me no good. I want a damn bike and some thing to do.
-I’m sick of going, “well nothing to do, best if I just go to bed.” fuck that. I’m more capable of doing things. If I lie in bed all of the time, I will only ruin myself and let this thing win, if I am up and proactive and take care of myself, I will kick the shit out of this thing.

FUCK.

addendum: I’m apologise for my piss-poor language in this post.