Friday, March 4, 2011

Death

Death
is what i feel like.
My entire body is aching.
My head is on the verge of explosion,
my throat has a permanent tickle.
I am constantly changing between sweating and shivering to death.
How can something as tiny as a germ, do something so awful to a person; how can it make me feel so horrible?
I hate being sick.
Now I'm going to confess something and please tell me I'm not insane. I have these little daydream type things I like to call visions. Every time I'm sick, I have a vision that some secret admirer of mine will drive to my house after school and bring me some hot soup, or something nice like that. Of course, it never happens, but a girl can dream.