Why is death so easy for diabetics? I literally have something I could end my life with, near me at all times. No having to find pills, or a gun, or a rope. It’s right next to me. No one would know, it could have been a mistake, a “tragic” mistake. Why do we have so much power over our lives? I could decide to die right now if I wanted, and that really scares me.
Me he perforado todos los friggin dedos como diez veces cada uno y ni una sola gota de sangre me ha salido. Tonta lanceta