This year will be different: the endometriosis is under control. There will be no more curling in a ball and sobbing in pain while missing countless classes. There will be no more excuse making to mask an inability to face failure. There will be no more gloomy hopeless mornings leading to useless days. There WILL be a big huge ball of light filling my rooms with bright light every morning - look at the artificial dawn.
Take that, uterus.
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