flux

my throat is starting to kill. nothing hot, nothing sweet can help it. the most i can do right now is wait through the scratchiness of it all. tomorrow we lay another one to rest. it seems like everyone these days is losing someone. people are dropping like flies its insane.

whenever i sit in a different angle, and stare at my room, theres always something new that i notice. hm.

i feel like im babbling. theres nothing too much going on.