Things that I keep saying to my friends, family, acquaintances, anyone who will listen, multiple times, daily:
I’m sick, so sick.
I’m not very well, baby/honey/darling.
I’m really sick, man.
I’m not doing too well at the moment.
I’m really not very well.
I’m not well at all.
There’s something very wrong with me.
I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m sick in the head, babe.
I won’t see my 35th birthday.
I won’t see my 30th.
I won’t make it to 25.
I will be dead by the end of the year.
I’m sick, honey.
I’m not very well.
Help me.
I’m sorry.
I am so, so sorry.
