Sick and weak.
Painkiller is bad. Masking the pain without healing. November should be overwhelming but this painkiller makes me calm. Too calm.
And so I keep delaying. What about self-promises? What about friendship pact? It's getting harder ro regain self respect.
I am sick. I am weak. Just put a little effort and I can heal myself. I just don't want to.
The dreadful pictures of possible outcomes shall this sickness doesn't go away are reeling. Still, the painkiller is working wonder in my system. To excrete that, someone please slap me hard.
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