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“ This Too, Shall Pass ”
sick
Monday, March 24, 2008 | 8:27 pm

i'm just super sick today. thanks. maybe i'm better off dead for now. with this condition, i wonder if it's any help for me listening to all of my friends advise. the doctor. i said things i shouldn't have said and did things which shouldn't be done. my leg is aching so much, and somehow i've became a really good at hiding it. and if you should wonder, i am still that someone you people still know.

i want muffins, i want cookies, i want sandwiches, i want dora, i want flowers, i want you to text me. ask me how's my leg. ask me why i'm mad. ask me things i want to answer. i want you to call me up, sing me a song or tell me the silliest joke. i am furious, i am mad. i was accused, i was threatened, i was shouted at.
now, tell me that didn't hurt at all.


p.s: dearest spring, i have unfortunately become winter. please pardon my dismantle.

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