remedy.

I've been sick for more than a week now. There has been improvement, but I still feel miserable sometimes. There's no comfort for the weary. It's times like these that I hate being on my own, because I can be a big baby. I want someone to take care of me, but I don't have anyone. Because of my frustration over my health, I've been pretty moody and cynical lately. I hate myself for it.

"Oh wells, I'm strong independent black woman. I don't need a man," said she.