Five words

I blame Mark for my flu.

The words that he uttered actually made me sick.

I still think about you

It was enough to close off my throat and choke me to death while I sleep at night.

Now, I'm in bed, all feverish, with a runny nose, droopy eyes, sore nose [from blowing my nose too much], closed off throat, unwashed hair, and my phone on silent.

Just so the outside world, and reality don't creep in and bite me in the ass.

The only message I reply to is from Emmet and that's it.

I spent my day watching Season 7 of Friends.

I've done it. I've watched all the episodes of Friends. Kudos to Emmet for renting out season 7 disc 3 from the video shop.

I hope you feel better, babe.

And that's why, I can never ever be seen talking to Mark.

Because talking to him or talking about him or thinking about him or blogging about him will give me relapse.

And that, I do not need.