and as it turns out, the unbearable fatigue/memory/concentrations issues I’ve been having lately are actually not because of my mental illnesses. so that’s good.
what’s bad is that i have mono. and i haven’t even the slightest clue where i could have gotten it. i don’t know anyone who has/had mono recently.
so of course that explains a hell of a lot. but that also means there is no quick fix and i just have to wait out the fatigue that can last for several weeks after the four to six weeks it will take for my fever/headache/sore throat to go away.
i might have to drop my courses for the semester. which is literally the last thing i wanted to have to do. but on the plus side my mother was very understanding and supportive about it, which kind of surprised me.
God today has been a good day but also really exhausting bc a lot of stuff and walking going on (or well, more walking than I usually do haha) but!!! I have great life news that you can find in the tags below haha
“It’s raining,” Jimin said. He
could no longer clearly see the lamp post outside of their window, the hard
round glass having turned into a blob of glowing molten. Rain water fell
against the window pane lightly and the room was soon filled with the cacophony
Yoongi adjusted turned on his side to
face Jimin with squinting eyes before wrapping an arm around his waist, the
blankets crinkling as he moved. He then murmured in that rough, sleepy voice of
his, “Mm…” Jimin brought up his knees into the older’s embrace while closing
It seemed like a dream to be resting with
Yoongi after months of flying in and out of Korea. It was even more so now that
it was raining and the temperature had cooled to a comfortable range. A dream
within a dream. They lay in this manner until Jimin nearly fell back asleep,
only to starkly remember the clothes the other members had hung out to dry in
He tugged at Yoongi’s shirt. “Hyung. We
need to keep the clothes.”
“Screw them I need to keep you. Just sleep.”
Just like that, Jimin gave up all notion
of chivalry and went back to revel in the comfort and warmth only Yoongi’s bed
had. Or perhaps after all these years, the older’s lazy syndrome had finally gotten
Jimin stopped thinking and stole the
blanket from Yoongi with his feet, grasping at the hem to throw it over his own
legs. Yoongi did not move the slightest centimetre beside him. Smiling tiredly,
Jimin promptly shut his eyes again and listened to the rain and Yoongi’s slow breaths
till he slept.