i notice that this has turned out to become my ‘negative experiences’ journal

black!

fef my cough.

i miss my rigorous speech & debate routine.
i miss my witty, spur-of-the-moment comebacks
i miss the ability to sing and scream

my dad says it’s some kind of flu?
i think i should just have a bunch of honey tea.
apparently that coats the throat? i don’t know.