Erk, my skin feels like it’s burning, again. Oh I hate that. It’s no idle feeling, either; I can peel it away with my fingertips. It’s thin, brittle and flaky. Egads.
My heart is pounding through my chest, like it’s struggling to break through my ribcage. It’s monotonous hammer against my will to live.
Ick. Oof.
Owwwww my stomach, lol.
Well, there’s no reason to do all of this again, is there? I should hope not. I think I’ve… Ugh, my head, lol.
Ah, I will stop here.
Maybe something different tomorrow.
I sure hope so, at any rate.