Today I write because its at this moment, is when i truely truely hate this disease. I can handle it taking its shots at me to make me sick, and kill me, whatever. But now it threatens the very thing I live for. Love. I cant stand the thought of losing someone over this disease. The thought two people in love cant be together for fear of making the other sick. I can handle dying for love, but I cant handle being the cause of it to someone I love. The unfairness and tragedy in this kills me. The anger of the unfairness makes me not care about anything else in the world. The fact I cant declare revenge on something that doesnt physically exist, makes it harder to accept. The feeling of being lost and hopeless is suffocating. Now i welcome back my failure to thrive. And im sure insomnia shall rear its ugly head into my life once again soon. To feel a broken heart that hasnt been broken, to feel sick to your stomach without being sick. These are things this disease brings me. CF, go ***** yourself.