Sunday, November 2, 2008, 9:06 PM

1.09pm.
Tick tock, tick tock.

Drama's at 2.30 later.
ARGH.
Guess what, had the WORST HIGH FEVER EVER last night.

The fan's not on.
Wearing a double-layered pants, triple-d top.
Shivering.
TWO thick blankets over me.
Can't move a single muscle.
The sudden urge to just, die.

Not to forget, the non-moving muscle thing, I couldn't talk.
Not a single word.
I really thought I was gonna leave.
As in, LEAVE.


And now,
the fan's on LOW.
Still shivering.
ARGHH.


Imagine later,
BLASTING AIR CON in drama.
The urge to SCREAM and BE HIGH.
Can't.
Not for now, not for later.

~

HAHA. And Abigail said that I HAVE the potential to be an EMO poet.
HEH, we'll all see about that aye?
Shall post again later, on Drama and stuffs.
PEACE.