I've been feeling sorry for myself all day.
I'm all alone boohoo.
I have no-one to spend valentine's day with boohoo.
etc etc
I came on here to blog about it.
Before I had a chance to hit the "new post" button
something in my reading list caught my eye.
For a while I've been following a blog
written by a mum who's 12-year old son
is dying of cancer.
The last few days have been really bad.
Today's post is entitled Inga Andetag Nu
roughly translated - No more breaths.
I don't feel sorry for myself anymore.
I mostly feel ashamed.
You can read the blog here:
Annas Anatomiand if you feel so inclined, donate some money to
one of the collections she links to.
sab x