Feeling sick

I'm not feeling so well. It could be that I've caught some bug, or it could be the impending doom that is my group project. It's due next week. I'm going to go with the latter. And, lucky for me, I've got stuck with the hardest part--analysis. I just needed to vent before I start the thing.

Thankfully, there's no class today. I got up and made my way to the enormous monstrosity of a building that they call the library. Walked three flights (I don't care for elevators) to find that the book I needed was checked out or being used or whatever. I felt like I was going to throw up. Then I decided to walk back home.

So, I was walking back and feeling lousy. The vomiting feeling was lingering as well. I was listening to this song called "cigarette" by yellowcard. And, as I was walking, I just saw myself collapsing on the ground and not breathing. I saw this all happening to myself. And I saw myself being rushed to the hospital, then me lying on a stretcher, and they're pushing me down the hallways and everything. I saw all this happening to the beat of the music I was listening to. Weird. My imagination's so crazy sometimes.

I walked into my room, fell onto my bed, and wanted to die. Wanting to die is a stupid exaggeration, but people think stupid things when they're sick and delirious. I really don't want to die. I just want this paper to be over with. The first thing I did after getting up from my bed was turn my computer on with the intention to blog my heart out.

I'm feeling slightly better now. Back to reality.