Woke up in a state where I can barely describe If I'm okay or not. My temperature's really high but I feel cold. I feel something is pressing me in the chest, supressing my breathing. I was awake again and my sad thoughts loaded again. I closed my eyes and wished to sleep again, 'cause that is my escape. I am in a high fever but the sad thoughts is so much harder to bear. Physically, emotionally, I am sick. Popped a pill for the fever, but for the other one I know a pill could not ease it but to be patient enough to deal with it. I closed my eyes and said my prayers. I should get back to sleep now, and hope that tomorrow will be fine.