I Don't Feel So Good 소설 & 이야기

I glance at the small purple berries and feel my stomach turn. "No thanks, I don't feel like eating right now." "Well you don't look like you want to sleep either," he comments. "So, what do you want to do?" "I don't feel like doing anything right now. It's like everything is just . . ." I groan in frustration. "I don't know how to explain it. It just feels like everything is―" "Numb?" I nod and he offers a small half-smile. "Yeah I know that feeling," he sighs, looking down at the bowl of fruit.

That's what matters. “I’m okay. Tired.” It’s the same response I’ve given her every morning recently. Mary peers over her book. “You need to stop staying up so late. It’s not going to help your sickness. I rub my hand over my face. “I don’t even feel sick.” I don’t feel well…but I’m not sick. It’s manageable, I just have to get used to it, because it’s going to be a constant feature of my life from now on.

“Now I fееl bаd.” “Dо уоu wаnt mе tо mаkе уоu feel better?” hе аѕkеd tеаѕіnglу. I dіdn’t have thе еnеrgу. “Nоt rіght nоw, but you can make uр fоr іt later.” “Thаt I will.”

I also felt the changes in the way my head would suddenly feel light, and I would feel like barfing. But except those mild changes, I knew I was fine, and while it felt nice to have people worry this much about me, I couldn’t help but still feel uncomfortable about it. “I am okay,” I said firmly, looking away from Brittney and at my book. “I don’t know what’s wrong with everyone today, if I wasn’t feeling fine, I would say so.” Silence settled in the room as I sighed, my mood had spiked and veered negatively, I couldn’t help it and even though I tried my best to keep it on the low, I couldn’t help the way I exploded.

How do you feel? 'Would it be wrong if I say, I don't have any idea how I feel?' 'Is that a bad thing?' 'Maybe not. It doesn't feel scary.' 'Look Jovy, I know it's not actually my place or maybe I am not one to tell you this. But I really don't feel good about all of this. Jovy, it feels like you are getting yourself into a deep shit that you can ever imagine.'

she asked. I hesitated. Because I didn’t have an answer. “I just feel… off,” I admitted finally. Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Off how?” “I don’t know,” I said, shaking my head. “Just… weird.” That wasn’t helpful. I knew it wasn’t. But it was the truth. Daniel stepped in then, his tone calmer but no less concerned. “Since when?” “Today,” I said. “Or maybe yesterday. I didn’t really notice at first.”

What I was feeling in the moment… it wasn’t good. Not for my heart.

All of a sudden I didn't feel so welcome anymore. ***

Maybe I was just a warm up? Why do I suddenly feel so sick? "Hey guys, I'm not feeling well," I say pulling away from Jeff and grabbing my purse. "You want me to take you home?" He offers. I know what he's wanting, but I'm not going to be able to help him with it. Not tonight at least. He's so damn sweet. And I would give anything to want him right now... but I don't. "No, you guys have a good night. I think I'm just going to go to sleep," I mumble.

It was all flat, no highs or lows and I fucking hated it. Maybe I should have consulted with doctor Angela. Because I was feeling really off today. I couldn’t focus, I forgot everything. Shit, I’m not even sure I brushed my teeth today. I don’t really care either, it’s not like any of that shit matters. I sighed, “fuck. Yes, let’s take a break.” Asher should be here in tonight and hopefully I’d feel fucking better when he was here.