These past three days have totally sucked balls. I've been extremely sick, to the point of throwing up, and without my mother I would be dead right now. The Music Man performance is Friday and Saturday at 7:00 and I'm chugging orange juice to get better for it.
I felt like a dog,
head over the toilet bowl,
other people sighing behind me,
This is taken a toll,
I just want the sickness to go,
away from my body,
Did I get this by chance,
or because I was naughty,
I need to purge myself,
of everything I love,
because of some virus,
and when push comes to shove,
I need to get better,
so I don't let anyone else down,
I can't take the pain,
of my health's constant down.
1 comment:
You know what, Richard...I hope you feel better. I don't want to hang out with you because everytime we make plans, you are hanging out with JP so no...I don't want to hang out with you after the play on Friday. Because even if we make plans, you are going to hang out with the people you see every day anyway rather than me...who you see...like never. I'm still your friend...but I just wanted to hang out with you. I could have used a good Richard moment or two...but you've been with JP on TWO occasions that I have called you when WE were supposed to hang out. Whatever...I hope you feel better...and I mean that. I honestly hope you feel better. Love you.
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