Its getting harder to breathe.
An itch inside my throat is driving me insane.
What's worse is, I'm having trouble smoking. Pain in my head never seems to subside.
I just hate it when I am on one side and that side of my nose gets clogged. I just wanna get a shovel and dig out whatever is in that hole.
I can't pronounce the letter 'N'. I talk dumb.
I look awful.
I cough, hack, spit...and there it is. The disgusting greeny phlegm that becomes a swamp in the clean dark asphalt. And people would look, roll their eyes or hold back vomit. And I stare back, a challenging stare that says, " say it to my face!"
I sweat.
I wipe away and sweat some more. And its not even hot or warm. And worse, I shiver.
I do my 40 minutes aerobics. Why am I in this class? My classmates are 15-16 years old. Why did I NOT take this class back when I was a freshy?
Its getting harder to breathe again. I just wanna scream. I deny myself to think that my asthma's back.
This is just a fever, JUST a fever.
And there's that itch again.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Feverish Thoughts
Posted by DeVille at 11:17 AM
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2 comments:
an itch is the worst kind... were u able to scratch it?
yeah, with a cigarette. lol:D
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