Sick: a Diss Track
I am sick at 11:47pm on my first day back to my first year of uni. In my something hundred by something hundred sqft dorm room. In the dark. Writing a blog post. A blog I didn't think I'd ever actually start up because I didn't know that when I pressed the "yes" button I saw on one of my friend's stories I'd actually have to commit to this. I put it off though - I might be a yapper but i'm no white girl. But here I am writing an entry about being sick. Being sick pisses me off. What do you mean my body can't handle getting the shivers and has to attack every working cell I have? My ancestors fought in wars (probably), straight killing it, and I'm wrapped in a comforter in a hoodie and sweats, heater turned to the max, trembling because a breeze hit me wrong. Also sweating out the sick is disgusting. I hate being sweaty which is ironic because I love getting those gains. I cannot stand the sticky feeling and how my hair sticks to my face. ALSO,...