so this is how i die.

so this is how it ends.
a box of Kleenex in one hand.
echinacea tea in the other.
tears in both eyes.
and a bad attitude.

i am a horrible sick person.
i wine.
i moan.
i pout and cry.
i roll around in my own snot and what not.
until im sticky and smelly and cant stand the site of myself.

my head feels like a ive got the harlem globetrotters bouncing around.
and my nose is raw and itchy.
my throat is swollen.
and its cold outside.
and i am on the verge of death.

i feel it creeping up.
chills.
shakes.

this shall be the death of me.