It is now...5:41.
I can't breathe.
My chest literally feels like it's going to crawl out of my mouth because it hurts so bad.
I can't sleep because I have to be propped up in order to breathe decently and I can't breathe out of my nose of that'll just make it worse.
It's the most wonderful time of the year though.
That's what people say.
Winter comes around and everyone is so damn happy and jumping around singing and dancing and being merry with spirit.
I fucking hate this time of the year.
The only reason I want snow is because it gives us days off and that's always nice isn't it?
You can sleep in during the morning and when you wake you can call your friends up to hang out and just have a really amazing damn time.
But yeah, that's literally the only reason I like this time of year.
This feeling I have in my chest right now makes me want to kill myself honestly.
