... but its pissing me off.
On strong antibiotics now, which is good is one way, but I can feel it messing around my body, (hopefully) killing everything that's making me spew the plague like no tomorrow. It's at these moments that I feel really lonely. Lonely in a sea of men again (and this time when I say men, I mean humankind).
Why do strangers make the best of friends?
There are no repercussions, no room for judgment; just pure, simple goodwill. It's really strange, you somehow know that if you die, these people will be there at your funeral, crying bitterly.
The human experience is sure a strange realm. Makes me want to dive deeper and discover more.
You may say that it is just my perception. Even if it's true, I wanna believe it that way. Enjoy your weekend guys.
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