8 Panadols and Counting

Feeling quite awful right now.. What started as a flu has developed to fever and body aches.

*tIng shivers slightly.*

Went to visit my grandma just now. She looked smaller. Frail and weak, lying on her hospital bed. I felt helpless. She's in pain but yet i couldn't help her. No one can. Not even the doctors. They can only give her morphine to ease her pain.

*tIng sighs.*

Death.

Something that comes to all of us at some point of our lives.

But why is it so hard to accept and deal with it?

Tonight, i have no answer to that question. Shall not think about it. Am going to take medicine and go to bed.

8 panadols and counting.

Am i all alone in this universe?
There's no love on these streets.
I've given mine away to a world that didn't want it anyway.