i need some work up...don't i

funny thing being happy. living is so overwhelming that i don't have the care to record it. why would i? its hard enough soaking every bit of everything in with this tiny body and only 1/10th of a functioning mind.

maybe tomorrow i'll get sick, get into a car crash, or be crushed with a crippling boredom, maybe then i can sit down and make something.

god knows inspiration isn't a reliable friend.

you know what i love?

dayquil
dayquil
dayquil

to breathe again!

besides the luxury of being treated like a baby by those that care most about you, and seeing your face morph from something almost bearable to a puffy eyed creature you are unable to recognize, i can't say i enjoy being ill

mostly because i have all this free time, and the internal battle my immune system is having with the invaders is about as productive as it can get.

what a pussy.

school school work sleep work school eat sleep breathe school work work work school

hi.