Hello dear internet people.
As individuals of the human race, I’m pretty sure you understand what going I’m through right now. Actually, unless you’re some kind of superhuman, you’ve most likely gone through it yourself at some point, probably even more than once.
You see, the thing is that I happen to be sick. I’m not even that sick since I’ve already started to recover from my cold (a couple of days ago I wanted to rip my throat out and kill everyone…basically), and I thought to myself: “Oh you know what, it’s friday, I have no school or homework for the rest of the weekend, and I’m too sick to go out…I think I’m going to spend the rest of my time doing the things I love!”
Holy freaking shit no.
I had so many plans. I was going to review Etiquette & Espionage and Star Cursed, read a new book, and watch season after season of some TV-show….I HAD PLANS!
The moment I had eaten dinner, I felt a bit tired, and decided to gather up some power before moving on to the fun stuff. I only closed my eyes for a second…..and when I opened them again, it was pitch black in the room, and I’d slept for three hours.
It feels like someone has stolen something from me.
Just imagine all the nothing I could have done! A friday night…completely wasted :(. I had a chance to do anything I wanted, and I couldn’t, all because I was sick.
I call this: Too sick to function.
To me, if I am so sick that I can’t even read or watch movies, then what’s the point? What should I do? If I can’t read, then who am I?
God, being sick makes me so melodramatic.
I feel broken.
Have you ever felt like this? Please tell me in the comments so that we can whine together.
Now I’m going to keep feeling sorry for myself and probably eat some chocolat or something.