sick as a dog and far away from home. not fun. not fun at all. more so when i am dead sure that the climate has something to do with it and my biology does not agree.
i am frustrated because i know that deep inside that i am far stronger than this. i look back to the adventures that i once found myself coming out of. all the insanities that i have subjected by heart through. oh but most of all, all those triumphs that sing choirs of my name upon such feats accomplished. how magnificent the pride that swelled upon telling of such stories to wide ears and much wider eyeballs.
and yet, here i am. sixteen hours and still trying to sweat the chills out of my stubborn pores when i should be out there immersed in life.