i'm not trying to write pretty anymore, i am really just trying to spit my soul out. Mostly because it hurts to swallow and my stomach is turning itself.
I woke up at 3:30am burning from the inside out, a fever was taking hold of me and so i attempted to cool off my body. Stumbling into the bathroom I coughed up my lungs, trying to breath in dry air. I was unsuccessful. So I drowned my tears in too much medicine, laid my head down by his feet and closed my eyes. Still unable to breath and holding ever so dearly to his legs while stuffing my brain with what the next days would be bringing me. Hopes of only a clear throat, circulated oxygen, and a light chest.
I am sure the day is dead soon.
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