My throat is boiling hot and throbbing. I also feel my general heart pounding. My eyes are burning and everything is spinning a little like i've got drunken.
„Shit, I'm not sure, but it's definetly gonna be an ‚overnight- fever'." I curse.
I'm laying in my bed on my right ear watching ‚KinnPorsche' as the episode ends. I open WhatsApp but realize my little Brother is sleeping so I stop in my movement.
‚What the fuck everything was alright the whole day?!' I think, and apoligize to myself for thinking like this.
I wanted to tell Mom about this but it was too late because, as I said, my little Brother is asleep. I sigh, close WhatsApp and tell myself i'm gonna see how it is tomorrow - hoping I get to go to dance practice at Friday.
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livings in my tiny notebook - Kaisy S.
Poetryjust as the title it says. But.. - maybe some writing mistakes because english is not my native language ect. - these are stories/thoughts out of my real life but some sentences are out of my head that thought it would match with the aesthetic more...
