I promised to myself that I would never come here and start writing simply because of being bored. well, heere i go, breaking promises again. what is the point of just not feeling well? what is the purpose of it? why does it happen sometimes that you just cannot take time, it passes by so slowly and you start feeling sick, physically. something hurts, and there is no way you can think of to stop it. so you just stare at one spot for minutes concentrating on sleep, thinking and losing the line, then coming back just as sick with nothing changed, not inside, not outside. what can i do. nothing.