A corridor to my dreams; oh how I wish it were true.

So around 3am Thursday I woke up feeling like I was going to throw up, which I eventually did. I honestly had no idea how psychological it is to not want to throw up. If you're scared to do it, you won't, and if there's one thing I hate the most in this world, it's throwing up. It's disgusting, you sound gross, and your throat hurts so much afterward. Took me like a half hour to allow myself to. Well all I did yesterday was sleep for two hours, wake up, throw up. Sleep for two hours, wake up, throw up. Cycle continued until like 5pm or so.

Woke up today feeling a lot better, but still feeling sick and really fucking tired/weak, and my throat feels incredibly tight.

I just sneezed on my mother's handbag right now. Well, I suppose what she doesn't know can't hurt her. Unless I'm infected with some virus destined to kill us all. 

I think I'm starting to get sick. Other than that, the little stinker is being unbelievably cute by sitting on the rug sleeping with a baby blanket wrapped around him. 

Helpless, helpless
I'm in, or perhaps I'm out
The way the cold soaks your bones
Covers your breath
Pulls you in further
Suffocates you
It's doubt

Eating cheap chocolate from a candy box
Flowers printed on it
Musky room, like too much alcohol
Shades drawn too lightly
The light shows the dust
They say it'll pour soon
I don't believe them

The skies opened up
It's raining now
Writing bad poetry when the wind stops
It's over and it's dead
Watching from inside
Should've been out

It tastes like its cost
But all too easy to stuff down your throat
Bottles of morphine mask it
Or maybe it's my imagination
I have no use for this
Tastes like perfume
But that's how the ritual goes

It's all cheap
Cheap, cheap, cheap

I think I'll go out

And now it's cold and windy.

The first thing I realized when I walked in the house was how bad it smelled, the first thing I noticed when I walked in my room was the most putrid smell I have ever encountered.

No one has bothered to clean my turtle's tank apparently and the cat has been peeing everywhere possible.

I probably slept some six hours in total because the smell kept waking me up.

Dear Diary,

Today I decided that if I get a 95+ on my geology test it will be like I punched him. I then thought about it and figured it wouldn't make me feel much better though. I still want the 95+.

It's like oranges, I think. Almost like the warm scent of wine, but I'm not sure. Wood somewhere in the heat of it.

I curse the scent of it; damn thing's been following me around for weeks now and I haven't the slightest idea where it originated.

They say the smell of death has a sour but sweet smell. Although decay is absolutely rancid.