For the past few weeks, every time I’ve had a dream, it was a nightmare that woke me up in the middle of the night covered in sweat. So it’s no surprise that endless nights of sleeping in the cold while sweaty got me sick. I feel great.
i feel fucking dreadful in every sense of the word. if i manage to get out of bed and go to class tomorrow then it’s going to be some kind of a fucking miracle.
i feel like ssssuuuuccccchhhhhhhHhhh garbage