Seventeen. I was diagnosed with FM and CFS almost a year ago; I'm still struggling with it.

Reading; I'd rather spend 200 dollars in a bookstore as opposed to at the mall. I write, a lot. What I'm feeling, short stories, even books. My biggest goal is to become a published author. I like listening to my favorite songs in the car and singing along to them. When I'm happy, it makes me happy--it's hard to come by these days.

What I don't like is how my illness controls my life. I don't like the burst of happiness I get because I walk outside and it's the first frost of the season, and I walk around and hear the grass crunch and I smile because that's my favorite part of winter. But then I realize that simply walking outside instantaneously causes me physical pain and noticable fatigue. I don't like the things I love being taken away from me.