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There are a lot of things that I am not sure about, things that are arbitrary and confusing--but there is one thing that I am sure of right now.

I'm sick.

For some reason, I really didn't grew out of my asthma and it is mostly triggered by my allergies to dust and some irritating smells (like strong perfume). So here I am once again, breathing like a cat with its larynx undergoing surgery. It's not a pretty sight, I tell you. Whenever my asthma acts up, apart from the fact that I can't breathe very well, my back hurts a lot. I tend to hunch my shoulders whenever I walk because straightening up hurts a lot.

And God, it hurts so much more when I cry. Please make it stop.