Her Random Musings...

Nothing beats having Fever, a painful throat and other problems added on top.

YEAH, RIGHT.

Anyway, I just want to say, its okay if you hate me, coz I'll just ignore you.

You're just hungering for a position.

Ugh.

You make me sick.

Whatever.

My passion for It is dying.

There's like some poison inside, slowly eating It away, day by day, until there's nothing left but an empty shell.

I'm not exactly liking it.

But what to do?

It's Fate.

This is like a Short Story with a Tragic Ending.