“are you sick?”
no i like to sit here while your hair becomes blurry and i can’t concentrate over the pounding heartbeat in my head but maybe you mean because my face looks pale because i only put on concealer she always did say boys only like you when you’re pretty oh well i’m drowning listening to a teacher go on about how planes fly while im over here trying not to die from my invisible murderer although it doesn’t feel so invisible in my body ants ants ants crawling up my arms while my head is ticking fast like a clock and they still say i’m dehydrated her mom says to eat beef sticks my mom tells me to drink and the doctor says to not aggravate seizures i’m sure he’s only saying i have so the medical associations can profit off of a silent killer so yes. i am sick.
“do i look sick?”