The blinds are fully lowered. The rain is beating upon my window and thunder is rolling. I crouch under my table and immerse myself in the voice of Ville, serenading about the sensuals of love and death. What a befitting scene for the emotional rollercoaster I'm experiencing. Can this only end in death?

I'm trying to focus on physics but I
keep thinking of what my bro said to me and what happened this morning.
I'm so sick I want to puke.
I popped to panadol extra strong and my headache still remains.

I wish I had someone to help me get through this.