BEING SICK IS THE WORST.

just recovered from some mammoth powered up superflu (sent from the same guy who made killer wasps probably) in order to get a STOMACH BUG like five minutes after. And noooo, this wasn't just any silly thing that'd resolve in a couple days, noooo of course not that would be too easy - COULDN'T EAT FOR A WEEK. even I don't want to be skinny THAT bad. jeez. I suppose that's a sign I'm somewhat more well adjusted now though, especially since 14 year old me would've jumped at the chance. everyone: go eat food right now; that amount of suffering was not worth it in the slightest. 

anyways. you know, when you're stuck in your bed writhing in pain, thinking about all the things that could've gone differently with your life, at a certain point you come to a realisation: nothing really matters! IN A GOOD WAY I PROMISE STICK WITH ME. If you spontaneously combusted tomorrow your last memories wouldn't be assignments or taxes or whatever, it would be the time you spent with your friends. the things that made you laugh or cry. nice music. good food. (a lot of food, i was really hungry towards the end of it...)

you know, things that make life worth it. who knew viruses could make you philosophical? anyway, this post was bought to you by a human-virus hybrid, since ive probably been taken over given how many sicknesses ive acquired in such a short amount of time. 

mars out <3