Poor sick E...

I am sick.

Very sick...

Fever, a sore throat that feels like its razor blade and a head that weights about 100 kg.

I hate being sick, not just cus of the reasons above.

No, I get so pathetic and pitiful.

Nothing is good enough.

Not the new made tea-No,its the wrong cup.

Not the candy M bought- oh no, I dont like those...

The pillow is to hard and the bed is to soft.

I am such a bitch when I am sick so I thank God its not that often.

You have a hard time believe those baby blue ones can be mean?
That cute face can turn in to a monster?

That bright voice can shout out awful things?

Oh trust me my dear readers.

They can...and I do.