i'm ill. i hate it. i don't remember such case in my life. just after a recovery a week ago, i'm ill again. uh, nothing special - it's just a flu. but still... i usually had it once a year and now... this is the third time. i can't stop coughing. i hate it. i feel a taste of pus in my mouth and coldness in my throat. and my mum can't stop smoking. she knows how i feel but she just told me to go to my room. oooooh, it's coooooold there! i have no choice. either i have to breathe the smoke of cigarettes or i must go to my room, where the wind is blowing and the winter is tougher than outside.
i don't want to take medicine. i'm tired of all kind of medicine. i don't want tea with lemon. yeah, it helps sometimes but i'm bored of it. ooh, i wanna go to bed.