Milliseconds away.

It's always like this. My thoughts fly so fast. Before I know it, I'm onto the depressing things again. It's never more than milliseconds away, that bastard recurring Milly Way.

I'm sick but apparently not sick enough to justify missing the last two lessons today (English and Maths). It seems that to be sick, I must have a temperature over 37.5. I had 37.4. The fact that I was dizzy, nauseous, exhausted, appetite-less (that NEVER happens to me) and had pains all over just wasn't enough.

Let me be somewhere alone, where I can curl up when I'm sick, and lie down in peace all day. Why does there have to be a grand plan when you can enjoy the simple pleasures instead? Hooray for short-term rewards instead of long-term.