God isn't that cheerful. But then almost all of my chapter have stupid/depressing names so no change there.

So what I am trying to say is that I have a cold.

But to be honest it feels like dying. Just slower.

Oh yes call me dramatic, tell me how there are people dying of cancer, and how I should man up because it's just a cold.

 But I can't swallow. If I do it feels like I am sucking my soul into my mouth through my tonsils, and if I do I will probably cough it up and be soul less for the rest of my life. That's another thing. The coughing. There is this constant tickle in the back of my throught  which gets worse with every breath I take. Then when I can't take it anymore I cough. And then all hell is unleashed. For the next five minutes I am coughing and spluttering and gasping for breath.

 Ah yes. Breathing. That used to be a thing.

Every breath I take quite literally sounds like I have one lung. My nose is blocked, with one nostril completely useless, not of gasp of air can be had through it, and the other is running on and off, not only making me feel, but also look disgusting. 

 And then there is the phlegm. It is disgusting. That is all I can bring myself to say on the matter.

Have you ever tried to eat or drink in a public place with a blocked nose? Well, I have to chew with my mouth semi open, doing my old man breathing, and generally looking and feeling repulsing. 

In conclusion I feel, and look like shit right now.

Naturally Jennifer took this  as an opportunity to run off with Natalie. Who was actually really nice to me this week. She gave me some of her carrot sticks at break when I was really hungry.

The only person who stayed around me in my shit like state was Lucy. But to be honest she owed it to me as it was her who gave it to me in the first place.

A timeline of my shit like ness

Monday- Lucy came in today complaining she had a headache and was telling me about how she had spent Sunday with her cousin who had a cold.

Tuesday- Lucy comes in doing a good impression of a piece of shit. She has a cold.

Wednesday- She gets worse to the point where Jennifer takes off.

Thursday- I have a slight cold.

Friday- I naively think that it will be gone. Oh no. I challenge lucy to her title of the best impression of a piece of shit.

Saturday- gah.

Sunday- I decide to rant to you guys about it.

So yes. I feel like shit. That is all people. Avroir.

*coughs*

Oh no wait, I haven't told you this yet. I tried to laugh today. Big. Fucking. Mistake.

I couldn't stop coughing for ages.

Oh my god that shit hurt.

For once my generally depressedness came in handy.

Bye.