I ran out of one of my supplements yesterday. I didn't realize that it balanced out one of my other ones. Without it I woke up at two in the morning screaming in pain. I woke someone up. They never said anything. 5:48, 5:48 is the time when I could finally move onto my side without letting out a blood-curdling shriek. I've been sick all my life, but sometimes it's still hard. Regular people don't understand what it's like. How could they? I don't hate them for it. How can I be mad at them for something that's not their fault.? I just press on, survive, adapt, but sometimes I still wonder "why is life like this, so unpredictable yet forever the same?"