It's been almost one week since I fell sick. I got a fever on Saturday, and I couldn't confirm to check whether I had high fever since SOMEONE FREAKING TOOK MY FREAKING THERMOMETER WHICH IS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE. The culprit was my lil. She had ths temperature check in school... DON'T THEY FREAKING KNOW THAT THE THERMOMETER IS A FREAKING PERSONAL ITEM AND ONLY THE OWNER CAN FREAKING USE IT?

I'm still sick though. Yesterday when I wanted to cough out my phglem, there was essence of blood at the end. This is the 2nd time it has happened since last year. Now i'm just trying to cough out whatever remaining phglem I have left in my throat. At least I know i'm recovering. Well I hope so, and I keep reminding myself that.

Didn't know depression has such undesired effects on me. This is a first.

Probably I have said this before in a few posts before this that I have a paranoia that I won't be able to wake up to see the next daylight. Well, I don't know whether I would wake up and realise it's my birthday.

I don't have the assurance, the optimisticity, and anything that will help to calm me down. I'm going insane.

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Let it go you dumbfuck.