I smile, I laugh, I throw jokes and play around. I try to spend my time with and for everyone even when my head is filled with questions of whether I will wake up tomorrow. I wonder if I can still do the things I haven't tomorrow. I don't know if I can still move my body when I wake up in the morning. People say that it's okay, though I feel it isn't. Sometimes the reverse happens as well. I try to march on as if nothing can go wrong.
Honestly, I'm exhausted. It scares me for a lot of reasons.