sick

i am just plain sick. with fever, flu, and sore cough lining up to devour little of what i had. come to think of what the nurse said of my lack of weight and the chance of hitting the scales notches. right now i'm feeling the scales would hit me, duh.

i've been swallowing colourful pills of all sizes. for the above said sicknesses and plus a pill for treating swollen arm. if it had been colourful sweets, my angel would be all glee to swallow em for me. which thankfully weren't.

i was bothered about what i messed with. or was it rather who i messed with? it gets tiresome if people stop befriending you after they met you. it was plain stupid to look at physical aspects alone. but it also became a nightmare if people get obsessed with you. ok, so i didn't ask for it, i can't help being myself and had people liking me for what i am, right?

*sighs* it pays to have few true friends and keep em than having so many friends till you get confused who will have your back, stabbed or be the one to stab or be just friends to that extent?