Making Plans For a Tomorrow I Don't Know Will Come

It's tough to have dreams when you don't know if they can ever come true. It's not that I don't have faith in myself; I guess I'm mostly worried the plague will never be cured despite all the rumors I've heard of a cure. I hear people complaining that the cure is going to cost a fortune and let's face it, I don't have one to spend.

Even if I do get my hands on the cure, though, what if I get infected again by someone who is still infected? What if too much damage has already been done to me? I fear my memory problems could be permanent, and perhaps it's just because I'm constantly exhausted, but I don't feel as sharp as I remember. What about the hallucinations? Will they go away when the plague does? When I'm public I do my best to ignore them and not show how much they impact my mental state. I can't pretend forever, and I can't live like this much longer.

Still, if things work out and I get better, it's totally possible that in six months or a year perhaps I could be in a really good spot. Business opportunities seem to be presenting themselves, and I feel like a different person somehow. I'm not sure what it means, but maybe I can put all the bad stuff behind me and finally move on with my life.