Dying

DAY 2

I went to the doctor's yesterday.

Told me nothing I didn't already know.

I was alone.

While I was in line, my guts were going wild.

Whether it's the sickness or the nerves, I wasn't so sure.

But I wanted to puke.

Strange.

To have your worst dream come true.

To finally have that... confirmed.

Yet nothing. Empty.

Right now, it's just daunting.

Haunting to some point.

I feel sick.

I'm dying.