Life With Lupus

Just a rant


Do you know what it feels like when something is constantly rubbing on your skin. So much that you get accustomed to it. Not even actively realising that it exists anymore. But back in your head you are aware of the constant grinding and that makes you angry. Even though you are not the kind of person who loses his cool? So much that you fear losing your sanity and whatever makes you, you?

You do. Don’t you?