Sitting in a waiting room with people who, I feel, are so different from me. I don’t look like them. From the smell of some of them, I don’t operate the same as them either.
Like, sir it is 1:00pm my time. Why do you smell like you attempted to drink your HIV positive status away before you showed up to this appointment?
Anywho, it doesn’t matter how much I would like to disconnect myself from AIDS… I have already met the prerequisite. I done caught the dang human immunodeficiency virus.
There’s no coming back from it. No matter how hard I close my eyes, it ain’t going anywhere. So, what does one do from here? Just lay down and wait for my fate to crush me at any moment?
Uhhhh. No.
I will love. I will educate. I will be that open book that we often shy away from. Because if I can help ONE person make wiser decisions then I know my have fulfilled my purpose here.
What not to do: Suffer in silence. Make sure you get things off your chest. Acknowledge those feelings and emotions.
+ Ci Ci +
I will go first. 
YOUR TRULY AWESOME ALTHOUGH I MAY NOT BE ABLE TO PYSICAL RELATE I CAN MENTALLY… HOWEVER DONT NEVER THINK CUZ YA DIAGNOSING HAS A NAME THAT IM ANY DIFFERENT CUZ AT THE END WE ARE BOTH THA SAME THEY JUST HAVENT CAME UP WITH A WORLD WIDE NAME FOR WHATS EATING ME HOWEVER IM SURE ITS SOMETHING MEANING SUICIDE JUST SHOWING SIGNS OF CONTENTMENT ❣️ I LOVE U YOUR MY ROLEMODEL; as OF TODAY MY THERAPIST STILL DOSENT KNOW HOW TO RELATE TO ME CUZ I KEEP A LOT IN HOWEVER IM SURE I STILL WISH DEATH MY SELF THOUGH ❣️