I know we've had our ups and downs (and wayyy more ups than I'd like). I know that you don't like me and I don't really like you. I feel like I try so hard to make you feel happy, and sometimes I forget you're even there. I like those times - we're always on good terms then. But there are times when I'm tired of fighting you, and I don't take care of you, and you run chaos on my body. Those days annoy the hell out of me, and all I want to do is kick you out of my house. But of course I can't, because 1) You drained all of my energy so I can barely move from the couch, and 2) (sort of the more obvious one) you're inside of me, and tearing out my pancreas would be really painful and make me sort of...well, dead.
But the thing is - we're sort of stuck with each other now. I know you don't like it - and trust me I don't either. But we need to start getting along, because if we don't start working this out, I can guarantee there will be fatal consequences. And I don't think either of us want that.
I'm not saying this is solely your fault; there have been times where I just don't pay enough attention to you, and you have to mess with everything to make yourself known. But then when I try to do what you want, you just don't listen to me. My blood sugars will stay up and my ketones won't go away, and then I just end up getting my family and friends worried about me. And that's the last thing I want.
I know you don't want to deal with me, but I really don't want to go to the hospital. So...what do you say? Truce? At least until Friday, because I have a huge test and *insert teacher's name here* is going to be really annoyed if I have to come in tomorrow morning to do it.
The body you're currently inhabiting