Sick

I've been sitting here for minutes, wondering what to write about. And then I realised, I have nothing to say, except for the fact that I think I went to hell and back. Alone. But I made it and I'll emerge stronger.


On the good side, I no longer have a tummy and I've successfully broken my own record of the hours of sleep gained in three days coz medicine (and of coz my mental well-being) makes me delirious. So yeah, fuck it. Never happening again. My priorities have changed. I've been trying to remain zen all the time and this is my happiness I should have protected. Not anybody else's and eventually, I only have myself to make myself happy.


The fever's coming back but I'm so sick of popping pills for the past three days...my legs go numb and tingly after that. But it doesn't matter does it? I should pop some more again. 


Who cares.