im better, not much better.

god, i've been nowhere in 3 days.

im stuck at home, 

head spinning, medicatedly high, bobbingmy head up and down to cure the pain,

dorwning more pills into the system.

i can't find my chapstick,

tissue flooded table + floor.

im contagious.

cool.

i need to start on work,

but not in this state.

to make matters better, 

i've been losing 1kg a day.

maybe it's swine, 

god knows.

hm.

stuck, stuck, stuck, 

in this room.

lalalala.

my brother keeps going 'what is wrong with you?'

i do the randomest things,

like smacking him for no reason,

and he laughs at me.

then i laugh at myself.

this goes on for 5 mins.

and then i'll do something stupid, 

and laugh at myself.

drugs are not good, folks. 

panadol + robintussin + god knows what herbs she gives me+ panadol cold

I AM BORED OUTTA MY SKULLS.

oh. i tried watching medea online today.

god. 1960s movie.

fucking hell.

it sucked so bad.

and it didnt even follow the book.

people took like 2 mins to walk down the freaking stairs.

i had to fast forward so many times.

it should be called 'italian speaking middle easterns climbing stairs' or something.

now i have to read the book.

:(

not that i havent read it,

i just dont want to re read it.

gahhhhh

i should keep this flu up, 

till i reach ideal weight. 

5 more days to go!

whoooooooooo!

why is it that our mood depends on whether the ones we love?

it never makes sense does it?