I had come down with a terrible illness.
The common cold. ( ._.)
Seriously though, I am such a baby when it comes to being sick. It's just so miserable. Like, I can't comfortably swallow and when I talk a raspy, shrill voice comes through broken sentences. What is this? This is just a normal occurrence that people go through regularly. Babies get sick and handle it, toddlers. Toddlers are always sick and they usually live through it but here I am, 28 years old, and totally depressed about a stupid cold.
By the way, 
Sorry for the click-bait guys, I just wanted to convey how seriously fucking dramatic I am when I come down with a cold. It really does feel like the end of the world. I had so much to do today. Now I have to debate sleeping to get better or pushing myself to be productive and possibly making myself worse. On that note, I am going to make some chamomile tea and read David Sedaris while I debate what to do with my last day alive.
(cause the sickness is finna kill me.)
Just go, I don't want anyone seeing me this way. Let me find some peace in the sweet embrace of death.
*rolls self into blankie burrito *
Photos:
Sick GIrl:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sickness_behavior
Dramatic Death:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/gmbeecher/280066633