I can't breath, I can't smell. My eyes feel like balls of fire yet oxymoronically, they are watering. I feel like I'm wearing a thick jacket. I feel really weak, really vulnerable... I am weak, I am vulnerable...
At time like this, I contemplate my own mortality. I have teetered from extremes to extremes. From what I know, I could have died from rapidly losing so much weight in a process called ketosis. I could have damaged my liver and kidneys without even knowing it. And apparently there are many more consequence. I am already not very fit... I'm struggling to change that...
Then again, maybe dying young isn't as bad as it sounds. To die old is often to die lonely and jaded by the world...
When I ask myself "Is there a life after death?" I never fail to not get an answer. I probably won't find that answer, but logic tells me that the answer is probably no... but really, I don't know... I don't know...

Labels: death, ill, morbidity