My sick soul.

Pounding noises. "Where is that noise coming from?" I thought as I tossed and turned back and forth in my bed. I finally realized that it was from my burning head. Those thumps are so loud and clear, almost as if they want to tell me that they are the sounds of my last heartbeats. Therefore, they want to beat with passion. Well it's my third day being sick. What? You're sick in the scorching hot summer? Yes, that's right, I'm sick in this scorching hot summer.

Everyday I diligently take my medicine on time, in hopes that I'll quickly get better so I can be here and there and everywhere. Instead, I'm only here, here in midst of my home, my lonely, boring home. All I do is sit there and blow up snotty yellow/green stuff. Green when there's a hint of sunlight peering in on it. Yellow when it's being stared straight down at. I've eaten nothing but two little portions of noodles everyday. Oh, I also ate one round, juicy plum and a bright green nectarine. Woe is me. The only yummy things that I have eaten are fruits.

Today, my symptoms seem to climbing the chart, in a bad to the bone kind of way. I really can't seem to breathe. My throat has tons of phelgm so swallowing is getting hard. I could just start limiting the quota of swallows then. If I cough, my lungs or chest hurt. My head is still on fire. My body is weak and numb and filled with bugbites (so then, I guess my body is also itchy). Did I tell you this, I happen to be able to grow bugbites.. Yes, I grow them like I grow them on a tree. I don't know what kind of fertilizer I have been using, but the little spots of bugbites just keep growing geometrically each day. They have covered up most of my body. My branch-like spots on my body are my belly, my right and left leg, my right foot, my chest, and thankfully not yet on my arms.

Well there you go, you have just read about my lovely life that I oh so happily typed up for your pleasure. Click Click. Now whatever you are doing, whether you're feeling bored at work or learning "boring stuff," please think that I would rather do whatever you are doing than sit here and moan at home while I sneeze four times consecutively.