P.S. I hate being sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick. And tired.
I feel like my head is going to explode, and my throat is being rubbed against sand paper.
And whenever I breathe I have to hack up a lung along with the air.
My nose is all red from blowing it so much.
Yuck.
Goodnight ♥
I feel like my head is going to explode, and my throat is being rubbed against sand paper.
And whenever I breathe I have to hack up a lung along with the air.
My nose is all red from blowing it so much.
Yuck.
Goodnight ♥