I hate being ill. It's at that stage right at the beginning, that weakness in my chest, that tickle in my throat. I just want to curl up in bed. I wouldn't say no to someone curling up with me.
Not just anyone though. That right someone. I don't know who she is though which sucks. I'm at a point where I have no one. In the past there was always someone, either that I was with, that I was chasing or that was chasing me. It's a strange feeling.
I suppose it's good timing because there is no way I could be in a relationship of any kind right now. Not while I'm trying to figure out my life and career. Still, it's been too long since someone has just held me.
It's no wonder my paintings have taken a melancholy turn.
I hate being ill when I'm alone.
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