System Failure

Well I officially can't write anything of worth tonight, so instead I'm just going to rant about how much pain I'm in. I'm in some serious pain. My legs hurt so bad. Silly legs, they haven't even worked today! I think that's why. They are mad at me for eating chocolate and not taking them to the gym. But compared to most people, I'm probably actually doing okay. I hate feeling sick though. That was rather obvious. I don't think anyone likes feeling sick. Blah blah. Okay I'm done trying to rant. Even my rants are falling flat tonight. It has been a very, very discouraging week. I am feeling like a pricked balloon with nothing left inside of me but some leftover spit. It's gross. Angry, unhappy spit too. Not good, contented spit. There, I finally made a metaphor that I'm happy with. So here's some poetry (aka desperation writing.)

Okay well I wrote poetry. But it ended up being too personal to share. 

Goodnight world.