And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Wednesday, February 23
It hurts it hurts it hurts.
I'm about to keel over from pain.
Don't think it's appendicitis though coz' it doesn't hurt as bad when I don't cough.