shit happens.

hmmm..
so where did i stop?

yeah.
so my accident happened.

my friend E called up M and told her what had happened,
and that is how S found out.
M was leaving for the U.S. after a week.


i was in a coma for a week after my accident.


i woke up....
because i saw her.
i saw her crying.
crying her eyes out.

and i opened my eyes.


hated it.

hated when i opened my eyes.

so i kept them closed.
i never said a word to anyone.

i was quiet.
stopped eating.
stopped drinking.
stopped talking.

hated everything.
everyone.


i didn't know what to think.
i didn't know if she would even want to be with me now.
all i knew was that if M comes to see me,
that would be because of her.

if she doesn't come to see me,
it's over.


there were feelings inside of me.
and i couldn't take them out because i was..
paralyzed.

it was a paralysis of emotions too.


my parents were in D.C.
i was in L.A.
my father was in the hospital there at the same time that i was in the hospital paralyzed.
my mother had to keep flying back and forth.

and in the middle of all this madness..
M came.

she came.
she flew to L.A. just to see me.
you know what that meant?

:)

that meant my baby was still my baby.

M came and i felt better.
she brought hope with her.
she brought faith with her.

she fed me.
she talked to me.
she took care of me.
she loved me.
she stayed up with me all night long.
she cried with me.
she laughed with me.
she read out emails to me.
she told me things about my baby that i never knew.


while she was there,
my left leg was amputated.
the doctors said it has to be removed.
and so they did.

i didn't care.

M came.



i was better.