My hypochondria is catching up with me

I hate being sick. It's the worst feeling in the world. And all the comforts of the normal world actually make me feel worse.

Music hurts my ears. Food is tasteless. Movies cause me to tear my eyes out. Sleep is actually painful. Going outside is totally stupid and would cause this pain to last much longer than it needs to. Laughing takes more effort than it's worth. Facebook stalking is surprisingly less charming when you feel like you're about ready to die. Reading is next to impossible as concentration is no where to be found. Even breathing is labor.

I'm typing solely because I can't do anything else. Process of elimination. The only other thing I might do is lie here. For another 10 hours.

I'm going to make my daddy come pick me up and take me home.