From bed with love

Right when I need more strength, I get weaker. And I know that being sick is normal, that in a few days I'll be able to swallow again, to think again, to live again, but here is different. And I hate this so much, being in bed killing time, waiting till I get better; and I hate this cause it reminds me how alone I am (in every single way) when the only thing I want right now is a hug. Yes, I get sad when I get sick, so the problem is no longer my throat or head or any part of my body, but me. Hm... one more reason why to hate life today. So, I'm just gonna be in bed all day, crying.

(No puedo salir de todos modos de la habitación, #2 está cocinando las setas y el olor me mata)

PD1. I dreamt that Mydear was in Madrid with my parents while I was here sick... and it hurt a lot not being able to see her!! The worst of it all is that she cooked some of her ¿croquetes? (can't remember the name but you know what I'm talking about, the thing she cooked in the polish dinner)! Ok Mydear, when you come back here in a few months, you and me are going to spend some time in the kitchen ;) can't wait to see u again.

PD2. Meiko... a ver si es verdad que el dormir no es bueno

PD3. Obviously, I can't go tonight to the smoke sauna!! why, oh why? this life sucks