Normally I come into this with some sort of idea. Even if it's just a song in my head. For the last three days that has been enough to get me started. But sadly not tonight.
I don't really know what is wrong with me. Well I do, sorta. (Mum had a cold, and well decided to pass it on... Urgh). So I'm just sitting here with a fuzzy brain.
It's an odd feeling. I feel somewhat detached from the world. Kinda like my body has shut out everything else that doesn't centre around getting better. I have a strong craving for lemons and sleep right now. Everything else right now has been pushed to the back of my mind. Even writing this is hard. My head feels as though it has been stuffed with cotton wool.
I fear that if this is let to grow much longer, all I will do is repeat myself, and sound like an idiot infected with the plague. Did the plague affect mind fuction? (Maybe that's what I've got)
<3 Squeak
P.S. I hope to be better soon
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