I write this at the epitome of my exhaustion.

If you haven't noticed/seen when exactly this entry was written, I urge you to take a second look.















I'm sick -_-




I'll admit that I stay up late (hey, I'ma cutey of the night!) even for when I'm sick, but upon laying down, around 1:40 ish, I couldn't sleep. Why? Was it the thought of boys or the thought of school? Or maybe the thought of shopping and gossiping?


NO. It's called I'm sick and I feel like I'm dying.

I thought I was getting better, but turns out I'm not-worse actually.

I'm starting to wonder if I have whopping cough (sp??). I had it as a child, I recall. for EIGHT weeks!

for those of you who don't know, this is one of the worst nonlethal sicknesses you can get. This is what my night has been like from 1:40 (up until this entry) and my previous night.

Cough
Cough
Cough
Cough
Cough
Cough

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Cough
Cough
Cough
Cough
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Cough
Cough
Cough
Cough
Cough
Cough
Cough
Cough
Cough
Cough
Cough
Cough

COUGH

and these aren't _*cugh*'s-you know the cute, pathetic, child like cough.
these are the omigod stfu other people are trying to sleep while you cough involuntarily.

It's a reflex-and a strong one. I'm coughing so hard that not only am I producing blood from a raw throat, but these puppies (or hell hounds) are making me jerk with the force. My shoulders snap forward and I pull up -_-;;;;



this is why I haven't been on


im exhaused







night.