spent yesterday coughing up blood. sucks la. tuesday was sad. i came home really sick and all my dad did was scold me for coming home late and for being sick. its not like i want to be sick. plus i think he spread it to me. my temperature was increasing rapidly and i felt damn weak and cold and his blunt words just made me wither and cry in physical and emotional pain. everytime i'm sick, he treats me like a burden. this is not the first time. now i've 2 days mc and my dad is coughing up blood too. now he realises the pain. anyway, my muse fever is back again! woohooo!!! rahhh!!!! muse is like my morphine jab. it seriously makes me feel happy and high. before i die, one of my lifelong dreams is for my band to headline reading festival. it'll be damn cool. OMG!!! we need to start songwriting!
Space dementia in your eyes and
Peace will arise
And tear us apart
And make us meaningless again
