sicko.

WORD.

Ive been fighting these feelings inside for so long. Thinking that im probably asking for too much. But then i took a step back, and started to realize that impossible, is nothing. It all depends on how much you want it. How much you're willing to sacrifice to get to that point. And that is all that matters. So if you cant deal with me, and my package, then maybe you will never be able to manage this load.

Tossing and turning for the past few nights finally took its toll on me. Im down with fever, and a bad cold. I cough like my grandma, and ive been surviving on Lozenges since i woke up this morning. One thing i like about being sick is that it throws my appetite out of the window. There's just one thing i'd never say no to. Hot muffins. I dont know why. But yeah. Hot tasty muffins like the ones in Kenny Rogers. I prefer Vanilla. I just wished they had mini chocolate chips to it, then it would be a perfect combo.

I had two classes straight. From stats practical to stats tutorial. Im telling you the temperature in those two rooms, definitely not helping this disease. I was afraid that i'd get the whole class infected. But the minute i walked in, i heard coughings and sneezings. There goes my excuse for skipping class. There's something going around, i think its the weather.

8 days left til the submission of my law assignment plan.

DEAD.