Thursday.

Its Thursday.
I should be out. I want to be out.
But I'm stucked alone in this room looking and feeling like a freak who has rash reaching her wrist and ankle, and there's hints of pink rashes starting to appear on the face any time.
Its fucking itchy.
I still have important things to do, I have to go out.
But I'm not recovering at all.

I feel so depressed now I wanna cry :(


Sorry, you.