hello. i've officially taken ill. nice. my fingers are cold, and my tummy is full of water i gulped down to wash down the fever tablet. i'm gonna be fine. the workload's pretty heavy, i think, maybe also because of other miscellaneous stuff other than school work. i've developed chronic paranoia. or so i say. but my observations and instinct tell me it's a pretty accurate diagnosis, so i'll let it be. my feet are cold even though they're in my cloth slippers. i must hang on-too many impt occasions coming up. i wouldn't categorise deadlines as one of them though. these are death dates; u toil away slowly to your death. or, u wait till the very last minute and sprint the final distance till ur death. either way, survival is, well, a battle in itself. my neck and my face feels hot. i've got 5 books on gayism n lesbianism on my table, waiting for me to annotate them. yeah i know, it sounds interesting, but when the deadline's just 4 days away, the mode of death becomes all the more interesting.i'm fine, i'm fine. last sat proved to be rather disapointing. i shall not elaborate further. the person's become spiderman on my 'contacts' list in my handphone. nothing to do with the character, but if u ask me, i might jus tell u why. i shall not upset myself further by thinking of it. breathe, ros, breathe.(maybe i'm in labour.haha)so many things to do, so little time. dear God help me, please. i need Your strength to carry on. i need You to carry me on.
sometimes i feel like i dun know myself anymore. i'm looking back and trying to find the person i used to be. i dun want to become someone i dont know anymore. my cheeks are hot on the back of my hand. i'll get better. sooner than soon(i hope).