Hi · 12:35am Apr 23rd, 2017
Just a message on my current behalf.
Right now it's 2 am and I'm hacking my lungs out and blowing tissues slimy and bloody. I'm short, I'm pretty much sick. The worst part is that I really got something against the slightest bit of sniffling. It's driving me insane. So I always grab a tissue the second I hear or feel the tiniest thing in my nose. OCD is a curse.
I just got back from a two week horror trip that should have been a vacation. I won't go into details but one day my dad slammed the door and said he might come back that night, and another day I sat freezing for an hour under a bridge crying.
As for story updates, I am so demotivated, the only thing I would write would be a sick pony story.
This shit started around October/November last year and I'm still (and now even worse) coughing like this: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=kghJ8pND61E&feature=youtu.be
My throat hurts like hell and I can't speak or swallow. Got fever and horrible chills that have me shiver worse than my chihuahua at the vet, coughing and sneezing and lots of fainting. This is what my life has become since yesterday.
Please do not pity me. My mum already did that ten minutes ago when I accidentally woke her with blowing the trumpet tissue.
I hate pity. I can't deal with it. Same with complements. Ask my poor friends.
See ya 
I'll pray for you, my friend.