I'm really sick! And I desperately took the medicine which I'm sort of allergic to. Oh well, I'll die either way eh? Maybe my nose will blocked till I can't breath while I'm sleeping. Maybe I'll cough till there's blood and I'll die of TB. Maybe my throat will be so pain that it'll cut open on its own and you'll see phlegm oozing out. Maybe I'll sneeze so much so that my heart stop alil too long and I'll drop dead. Oh just let me die the easiest way. Oh yah, maybe my pimples will grow soooo much that I'll choose to kill myself!

I'm so damn bloody depressed again. Oh just stop haunting me. Tell me I'm dumb. Tell me I'm stupid. Tell me to wake up. Tell me it's never going to happen. Tell me I should end all my misery.