sicker than usual.

functionality: nil.

pain level: beyond rational.

unable to breathe, to move.

this is where life stops and where existance stops. would have died but i didn't have the strength to do that either.

everything burns and i am falling.

still love.

still fight.

i won't give up if you don't give up on me, you know. somehow i always pull through, this time just takes a bit more pulling than usual. sorry i wasn't up and sane and healthy. sorry i wasn't there when i was needed. sorry i'm dying by inches.

sorry i'm me, some days.

this isn't coherant but you can't expect much when your temperature is 103.2, can you? yeah, i checked it.

scary shit, thermometers. not comforting.

don't send flowers unless it's a funeral.