I want passion back in my life; for literally anything. I feel numb. Empty. Like a void. Where happiness goes to die. Okay I’m high and being dramatic af but you get my drift. I need to feel something explosive. I want to soar on that high that’s comes when you love something so much that you feel ecstasy in its presence. I want to feel anything other than the weight of this fucking cancer.

I’m hoping I’ll feel it on the cruise. I’m hoping, praying, begging that it’s the week to end all weeks. I want us to live, love, learn, and indulge all week. I’m going to fucking Greece! I’m going to Pompei, like OMFG that’s incredible.

So maybe. I’m ready for it. Right now it’s what’s giving me the will to keep going.