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Who the hell said you no longer had it in you?
— Charles Bukowski (via lubromir)
Tonight: I should be laying on the couch, watching movies in my pajamas, sipping on juice and keeping the box of kleenex next to me.
But instead — I have a thing that I cannot get out of.
And for the record — I never go to the doctors. I may have gone once a year. But let it be my luck that I’ll be making my third appointment for this month — it’s kind of ridiculous.
I would like to stop being sick — too much to ask for?
Apparently.
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