Sick: Why I like And Don’t Like

I feel so sick! My throat hurts like hell, and my nose is brewing the nastiest storm known to mankind.

I hate being sick, but there are times I wish to be one. Talk about irony.

Shall I expound to that? First, I wish to be sick because there are moments this terribly insecure person pipes up and desperately needs attention. And because I'm generally a disgustingly healthy person I get little care from the people around me. Hahaha. Second, I wish to be sick because busy buddy that I am, I need a good rest. And I couldn't get to the bed without my mom yelling me why I'm not doing anything productive. When I'm sick she will let me lie down the bed so long as I want. When I'm sick she won't yell at me, instead she'd turn into the most sweetest mother in the world, willing to give me anything even the moon and the stars just so I will be well.

Well, now I'm sick, and how I wish I weren't.

Although I now have all the priveleges in the world to lie down the bed and get the most attention from people, there's little things to enjoy. I feel comatose I couldn't do things the way I want to do. Most of all, this sore throat, and storm for a nose suck dry all the good things left in me. 

Gawd, I hate to be sick!