19/2/2018, 06:03 pm
I helped in preparing a school event today. It was fun and tiring.
It felt like I'm leaving some fingerprints on something I never claimed mine, but if people will remember me when they see it, then I'd like to do it all over again.
It's just an event though. All of our hard work will go to waste after the event is over, however like always, this doesn't matter; this isn't the case.
I haven't been feeling well.
I'm paranoid and just not okay.
The amount of times I hold my head in my hands because fuck, that painful headache that keeps on coming is slowly killing me along with the cancerous cells in my body, are countless.
I've been getting angry a lot more often and I cry more.
I cried because I can't sleep. I cried because I don't like seafood and apparently that's what we were going to eat. I cried because the water wasn't warm enough when I wanted to shower.
These are all pointless, but I still cried.
I cried and I cried and I cried and I eventually fell into a deep slumber before I woke up to take my medicine and cried some more before doing some homework and then falling into a peaceful state of mind, otherwise known as, sleep.
I think I slept a lot on Saturday, because right now I can't even doze off without waking up 5 minutes later.
I'm so tired, I really want to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
One Last Miracle
Short StoryDying. That's how she is. Dying. -- Miracles happen and one of them is the desire to write her thoughts in a worn out copybook. So she does and she hopes when she's gone, anyone would find it. That's the only way to ensure she won't be forgotten.
