Everything is moving so fast. Everyone else seems to have somewhere to go, something to do. All I'm doing is simply sitting down at home and rotting away.
Haiz. Goodness knows what day it is and how many days have past since. Everything is still black black black. I'm slipping. That thin line just seems to get closer and closer all the time. Even booze doesn't provide me the satisfaction. It can't even dull me anymore. Sobs.
Somehow all this seems to be the source of the eternal phelgm within me. No matter how much I cough it somehow stays stuck. How irritating. Sianz.
Been thinking about my dream girl. My literally dream girl which I saw more than 3 times. Then a dream took over. And it was another weird ass scenario. But not bad. At least glimpse into what my mind is thinking in my current state. A nice hotel or resort with personalized bedrooms and names hanging outside. And lots of handwritten welcome cards drawn by the native kids. Somehow who I saw in the dream was kinda unexpected considering I've never talked to that person for months until last night.
Hmmm my phelgm has a bit of redness in it. Like blood. Maybe I'm starting to vomit and cough up blood already. Lung cancer. Or some throat infection disease. How nice. First I lose my singing voice. Then I lose my voice. How about going straight to the dying part. Sheesh. Prolonged misery.
8:46 am;
N {PROFILE}
Norman Woon
21 Years Young
Male
27/03/1987
MJS, MSS, CJC(rox)
