my immunity system's down. it always is. ive grown into this weakling, vunerable to this epidemical surroundings. i can (in casey leong's words) slurp up all my snorty mucus from a cup. sleep cannot cure anything. instead this nightmare made me cry n scream. thank goodnesss no one was in otherwise i would have a lot of explaining to do. it wasnt those dark ominous dream symbolic in any form. but it seemed so real. i can feel it. im afraid of dying alone. and nobody would know. nobody would care. nobody would shed that single tear for me. he wouldnt even come to my funeral. let alone drop that white rose into the burning hell.