a sickness of sorts
I am supposed to be studying for an exam right now but I can't. I feel terrible. My stomach's not holding anything down. My head feels stuffed with cotton. My throat scrapes every time I talk. And best of all I am pretty sure Andy is about to break up with me. And therefore I feel like ... well... I don't know. I feel like I have a localized cold/motion sickness going on in my chest cavity. My heart alternates between beating too slow and me gasping for air and beating to fast and spiking my blood pressure.
I feel ill.
I want to defend myself and argue my case. I want to plead.
But I really think I don't have a shot anymore. I think he, like every other person who gets that far, just got fed up with me and wants nothing more to do with me.
Whatever, his upstairs fat manipulative neighbor wants to bone him so I'm sure he'd do well.
A tune
I feel ill.
I want to defend myself and argue my case. I want to plead.
But I really think I don't have a shot anymore. I think he, like every other person who gets that far, just got fed up with me and wants nothing more to do with me.
Whatever, his upstairs fat manipulative neighbor wants to bone him so I'm sure he'd do well.
A tune