14 January 2007
11:59 AM
It is 14 days after the new year. I greeted the new year as cheerily as I could.
Happy cough NEW wheeze YEAR sneezefaintdies.
sickSICKsickSICK. Not that I'm complaining. Well YES I AM complaining, soshootme.So far, it's been a blast. Good blast and bad blast.
A blast nonetheless.
Ok, try writing a thesis statement for books you've never read in your life. Try going kino on a cold day with a runny nose and no friends and a generally terrible headache. Try ordering a nice chocolate frapp that cost bomb and having it taste like chocolate watery ice. Dammit.Thank you dear friends for hitting my back everything I cough. It means a lot to me. Really I'm not kidding I'm not trying to be funny there is nothing funny about coughing.
Being sick is not so bad. You can look forward to nicer days ahead.
Why does it have to be so cold everyday?Why does the sky have to be grey with melancholy? Why must my mum be sick too? Everyone's so worried. I've got to look for something more than this. That's how time slips away.
Not by the seconds of wasted sand through the hour glass, hurtling into the black unknown where those lost creatures go.
Through things not yet done, left unfinished, never started.
This is where it starts,
all that lost time...
all that black matter.
