" [...] llegarása Soon there,
on that tower sky today you will [...] "
For You.
on that tower sky today you will [...] "
For You.
After a couple of days, and a few months ago where I stopped writing here, I feel, and know, that I can breathe freely of many things I can lie on my bed and see the strange forms of white ceiling of my room but mostly, I feel too much pain.
I'm sick, sicker than I thought become so and I'm more sick than I had been in a long time. And yet today the pain has lessened, but still hurts, and I have recovered a bit.
hurts every millimeter of my body, cold burn every piece of exposed skin you can find, I feel uncomfortable at every turn that I take on my bed trying to sleep. It hurts, and hurts as it had not hurt in a long time. Every thought I pose my headache increases, the same keyboard as I write these lines pierces my eardrums and suffocation that breathing could cause me to be compared with the same pain felt when a knife or something sharp, larger than a needle, embedded in your body.
The last time this happened I think that breathing was not one of the most painful things in the world, it was easier to laugh and to speak and / or read what could be done with low volume voice at least! And I can not!
And all I can do is endure the pain or dying in a hospital, but the first option seems better.
Anyway, while I died in my bed or on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, while I was drowning in a sad throat infection (which is very queer now called bronchitis) I began to reflect on many things:
First I had to go 4 days of school yet and my choking but in the end and I'm on vacation \\ Ouo /! Bronchitis so I can consume if given the win. Then extrañoa many people! I want to go and pick up the phone and call everyone to see us but I can not! And finally, I refuse to go to the doctor screwed up so I try to take advantage of more time, even if it hurts, thinking of a fanfic.
's all I had to say: 3
I'm not dead, still lived.
Sottomaru.
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