And I am never sick.
I have a worse headache then the constant one that I always seem to carry with me. My throat is fucked up.
But I refuse to take medicine, I never get sick. So this does not exist. And I refuse to acknowledge it.
So I will hide all the pills they will give me.
All I need is tea and to suppress all coughing in order to get better.
On the train two boys took the opportunity to look up my dress. This is not good.
I think I am delirious.
I want to talk to someone.
I lost half a family, and now I am sad.
My life is going.
And it is gone.