As sick as a dog.

Today started fine in th morning or rather afternoon.
Fine enough t feel th minimum comfort in me so I could do stuff like a healthy person.
I ate cough mixture and panadols cause I wasn't feeling good though.
My throat was swollen for th past few days including nw and I'm still coughing.
I start t have yellow flem & all those stuff.
It even hurts when I swallow my saliva down my throat.
I woke up, ate my brunch and then went for my facial.
It was terrible as usual, had polka dots all over my face as an aftermath.
Like I'm down with some mega chicken pox.
I guess th pain was too unbearable till I started having headaches in th later part of th day.
I teared like mad, yes I did. But I wasn't bothered abt my condition.
So I still went out, had a movie.
AND.
the nxt thing I found out was.

I had fever. again.
Two times in this very idiotic month.

I'm feeling very tired, very irritated, very uncomfortable, very tempted t scold vulgarities at myself whn I face th mirror. But I'm nt mad, so I chose nt t.

Somehow I just felt like dying. Like cn anybody save me pls. Really.

I feel like burying myself alive. I'm working so hard, merely had sufficient rest.
& It's finally weekends.

This is wut I get. Is there anything better for me t say?
I think banging myself against th wall till unconsciousness falls upon me would be th best idea t think of nw.

I'm dying.
AND,
I'm not pulling your leg.

Feel so down,
like I'm halfway t hell.