Have been sick for 3 weeks, I finally feeling almost recovered today. In bed with my drowsy head and foggy mind, those days I wonder if would just die in the middle of sleep and somehow wake in another world. But I didn't die. How said was I to perceive that I am in the same hell?
I realized that medicine is not just good for my body, but also nice to my brain. It decreases your feeling to everything, food become tasteless, sadness and happiness are no longer the two opposed emotions, everything has lost it exact means to me. Sleep in the only thing ever I wanted.
It's just nasty to find out I am still in the shit after a flu-drug-hangover...........damn
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