Being sick sucks.

I am so not going to school tomorrow.

I can't sleep cause I already slept for hours.

And I hate staying up cause I feel like crap and there's nothing to do.

You know what the worst part of crashing in the afternoon when you're sick is?

Its later at night, when you wake up at 2am, and roll about in your feverish madness. Hopelessly trying to go back to sleep, sweating, tossing and not knowing when you're in sleep or not.

Nigtmares fuse with reality, dread, horror and sweat.

You're tired but you can't go away. There is no reprieve in sleep, there is no reprieve in consciousness. I flit between a warped dreamscape and a numbed reality.

I really hate being sick.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.