My immune system is ****
Although , so is my mental system
Everything about me is ****
Even my head feels full of it
Screwdrivers are being impaled into my temples
My breakfast is making its way out of my body through my mouth
The lights in the room seem as bright as the sun
All sounds are heightens to oblivion
And i'm angry , irritable
" Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head "