That's how it was like

Today sucks. Well. Today does not suck. I should be thankful for what I do have. However, I am sick, and that causes me to ask, "where's Adam?"

I want to call him and tell him I am sick. I want to call him and tell him to buy me medicine, make me a hot bowl of soup, and place a warm towel over my forehead. But when he was alive, I didn't have to tell him this. All I would have to tell him was that I did not feel too well, and he would immediately do anything he could to reverse that.

Fuck.

I know I have friends that could help me, but dammit, it's not the same. I miss you Adam. I want you to take care of me.

I dislike being sick. I hope I wake up tomorrow fully recovered.