This is new.

Don't bother calling, people are online. I think I'm just sick - infection - byt hallucinations run rampant and I can't walk straight.

If people would stop singing at me maybe I could walk. No.

This is all wrong and the butterflies, the butterflies...

...I want to die because living like this is hell.

Hurts.

Why won't they make it stop? Please?

Can't swallow. Can't breathe.

Choking.

Dizzy.

Everything is spinning and a zillion little pinpricks of heat and pain explode underneath my skin. My neck is tense.

The butterflies...