*Cough Cough Cough*
I have fallen ill for the second time this year, and believe me, I feel like an immunity-less fragile being. I woke up at 4 A.M this morning, feeling warm and uneasy. One Crocin down and I crashed again. I woke up at 8 A.M again, feeling exhausted.
College? Nah. Too lazy. Too tired. Too zoned out.
I'm fucking annoyed with the dust and germ ridden cold air. Or maybe it's the paint that's being used to paint my building. The lining of my larynx feels tender, my fingers numb. I can hardly type.
I think I'm gonna sleep now.
*Cough Cough Cough*
I have fallen ill for the second time this year, and believe me, I feel like an immunity-less fragile being. I woke up at 4 A.M this morning, feeling warm and uneasy. One Crocin down and I crashed again. I woke up at 8 A.M again, feeling exhausted.
College? Nah. Too lazy. Too tired. Too zoned out.
I'm fucking annoyed with the dust and germ ridden cold air. Or maybe it's the paint that's being used to paint my building. The lining of my larynx feels tender, my fingers numb. I can hardly type.
I think I'm gonna sleep now.
*Cough Cough Cough*
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