Introductions.
Dear…you,
I feel shit. I’ve coughed so much my ribs feel as though each bone secretly has some kind of shiv pressed up against the inside of my chest.
At least I have good housemates who feed me cough syrup and come in drunk at silly’o’clock to keep me company when I cant sleep.
Im sorry, but this blog is just going to be a way to say the things I wish I could say outloud.
The things that resonate in my heart
