elements

The fever is gone now. The fire and ice aren't bugging me.

My exam is tomorrow. I'm gonna fail. Fail because I simply haven't studied enough. I can blame being sick, but that still isn't an excuse. I should know it. I should care.

The cough is still with me. It's there to get rid of slime, but there's no slime to destroy. It's a dry cough and it hurts my throat. A deep breath triggers it so I don't take any.

Failure... it's not the end of the world. Why does it feel like that?