i am homesick.

i fell sick the other day, and was in bed for about close to 18 hours. all i could think about was who was going to be there for me one day when i'm dying. a person, or would i die alone and get eaten by cats?

its a sick thought, but it was a time-killer indeed.

and after an emotional rollercoaster (thanks to medication, pms, and quiet walls) which lasted for that whole 18 hours, i got off my bed and struggled to my chair. and i thought to myself..


i'll be okay.

i don't have cats anyway.

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