Without over exaggerating the point, I feel like I have been hit by an onslaught of dense flying objects. That is not even from being sick, which I have been rather ill for the past two weeks.
The illness just seems to make me feel like my lungs are going to either fill up with fluid, or collapse. I don't know which one would be less painful, or which I'd prefer.
Without exaggerating the point, I must confess, I lately I've been feeling as if it would be much easier to just not exist. I keep running from my thoughts, and I end up getting caught, out of breath, and stuck awake, hyperventilating, and thinking only horrible thoughts.
Please make this stop.
the sad thing is, i feel if you only knew how truely miserable I am right now, it would prove to you how much I love you