Sometimes

Most of the time I can smile and not think about this crapy mess called MS, but sometimes, I cannot.  I hate MS.  I saw my mother earlier tonight and I was saying this and she thinks so also, but often times, I won't admit anything to another person because I am stronger than that.  At least I tell myself that because I want to show to other people that I am strong.  I can't believe that I an writting this, because you people are others that I try to be strong for also.  But, dammit, I am just human, even if my human body does not act like it is supposed to.  I HATE MS.