sick. colds. rain did it. i think. can it do that? rain? honest question. if some virus causes the common cold then the rain couldn't have done it. logic and biology. shit, stop. i'm sure it was the cold weather. causes other things too. don't start. won't start. i swore before that i wasn't gonna do schizo writer but right now, feels ok. words make sense. one second away blacking out. nothing amy winehouse. hyperbole.
two weeks for the virus to go away right. the scariest thing/s in the word, viruses. i'd love it if the plural were virii. would've given the word more, i don't know, character, i guess. then again what the fuck character am i looking for (fword doesn't look natural but for emphasis i won't edit; new thing i'm trying: writing whatever's there).
my friend glenn is having let's call it relationship problems. or emotional. that could work. emotional problems. says he can't sleep. someone didn't text him. looks stupid and shallow and say whatever you want. happened to me once. and i think all my friends had that same life-changing moment. not the easiest thing. they say it depends on the person, or the handling. but i believe it's all about confessions and how much you're willing to admit something. what we say is rehearsed!
we all feel it, we all feel the same thing i mean, but the choice between trivial and noble gets in the way. or maybe i've just read too much freud. my nose is sore. tissue's not, erm, gentle
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