2/5/2010
A tickle in throat,cause a throbbing pain each time I cough.
Along with an inflamed sore throat,
make it worst.
I'm sick,
losing all the power I have,
the cough, the sore throat, the 7th floor indian man.
FTL.
Put into words,
the 7th floor indian man never fail to give a turn.
3am, an unearthly hour,
the deathlike silence is well-off to alarm/scare.
Together with him,
Behaving dubiously, make it W-O-R-S-T.
Fortunately, *Count myself lucky
there were still people around, hence,
out-of-danger.
*PHEW PHEW PHEW
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9/5/2010
On the road to recovery.
Getting better physically,
but not mentally.
School is a pain,
getting the desired grade is more of a pain,
and lastly, be in the lap of luxury is another matter.
These are the causes to be
Depressed.
Bum out.
Down in the dumps.
Not anything to be happy about,
until I'm free from school and in clover.
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Alrighty
time for leisure activity!
ps: I don't need a boyfriend, I just need one that can accompany me home everyday.
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