I’m dying

This is it. The end. Blehhh.

I’m facing the worst cold of my life. I know, poor me, dreadful cold, the world should stop for me. You know there are people who have cancer right? God you're insensitive..

Seriously though, I know there are people worse off than me, but colds are fucking awful. Can’t breath, head feels like it’s exploding and leaking out through my nose. I ache. I want to be a productive member of society, go out, talk to humans again. But I’m infectious, gotta keep to myself. Plan quiet, passive aggressive revenge on the ones who did this to me (so called ‘friends’)

The only thing keeping me going is my beloved first series of Skins. Remember the good times with me kids…