I was sick for weeks. I had no idea when I’m ever going to cure.
It was like ages. I didn’t get to go to school.
I was like suffering on bed.
Each day I woke up, I wish I was getting better.
But I am not.
Externally and internally.
Yes I am sick. Throat infection.
Darn.
I was so weak. I could not get off my bed.
But there are things that make me sick too.
Family issue. Friends issue.
Everything matter.
I am hating it!
It is too painful for me.
And I’m suffering alone.
Maybe I can never share it with anyone.
Only I know it.
And it would remain like this forever.
Forgive me.
