Now when you hates you shrinks up inside and gets littler and you squeezes your heart tight and you stays so mad with peoples you feels sick all the time like you needs the doctor.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When you walk through the hospital, you waiver between feeling bad for everyone else and feeling bad for yourself. It's a war of the worlds - the healthy and the sick.
I'm not a good loser. I get sick physically... I take it to heart. I hate it.
Throughout life people will make you mad, disrespect you and treat you bad. Let God deal with the things they do, cause hate in your heart will consume you too.
If God is pleased in making you sick and unhappy, I hate God.
When I'm upset, everyone knows about it, and it's a selfish trait because everyone suffers.
When you feel bad, find a person to talk to and cry with, to tell of your anger and other helpless feelings.
Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
I hated myself for so many reasons, and I thought so many things were my fault that happened to me growing up.
My illness is excruciating and difficult to cope with. It takes over your entire life and causes more suffering than I can describe.
If I'm not living from my heart, I get sick.