There is melancholy in the wind and sorrow in the grass. The sky cries and the oceans flood. Welcome to my world.
Today was better than yesterday. Cough's getting worst though.
I don't want to die already, because I'm scared. But I wish I'll go into a coma and never wake up. There is life but you can't feel anything. Numb to pain and everything else.
Bleah, I hope tmr will be better although I knw it's not going to be.
I trying my best to be optimistic about stuff.
And I don't know why, you always seem to give me another try.