Control.

I think I know what it feels like to lose control. I seem to have lost control of everything, and the last of my days are spiraling past me too quickly for me to grasp. When it comes to grasping ideas, concepts, and truths, I guess I have slow reflexes.

Sick

So I am sick. This sickness (undiagnosed, for I don't care what it is) is putting red and purple blotches under my skin, every where on my body. I hope it kills me. I really hope that whatever this is that's making me bleed and vomit, literally kills me... Seeing as I don't know what it's called, I will call it a Thank You... The spots, I mean. I don't know what's causing them but I do severely hope that it does kill me. I am sick of life and I see no point in me living it, as I am not doing myself (or anyone else for that matter) any good.