The Sickness

My skin literally feels like what you might imagine a lizard with cooking oil all over it feels like. My nose and throat like a vaccuum cleaner bag exploded in my face while I was yawning. I want to go home and lay down but the bed will just make my bones hurt worse. The ground outside is covered in shit colored snow and its so fucking cold out that the sentence "motherfucker its is FREEZING out" is all that goes through my head. When I cough I can taste remnants of cigarettes and other shit that was inhaled days ago. I hate being sick. I hate being sick I hate being sick. Go away sick. Stop now. I swear Ill sleep better and start wearing a jacket just leave me be.