Sometimes, one simply has to get things out of one´s chest and write a shitty post.

Before coming to Spain, I rarely, rarely ever get sick. But since I´ve been here, I have gotten sick at least 3 times. But things have not had gotten worse than last night.

Right after coming home, I went straight to bed. No dinner necessary. I just passed out for hours. During the night, I woke up at least three times, sweating – feeling hot and cold at the same time. I remember thinking that that was it; I must be dying.

It was during these moments that made me miss my mom and grandmother for the first time. I wished they were there to take care of me.

I´m just going to end this damn post here.





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