i hate being sick….
it makes you think about the great times the two of you had…and the fever make you miss him and want to call him so badly that you have to hide the phone from yourself…and the meds….the meds make you daydream about what you would be doing right now and the love you’d be making and everything makes you think, that maybe….he was right this time and you shouldve given him one last chance…..fuckdammit!! i need to get better soon…
