For three days I've been battling this illness alone. A severe case of the flu has exhausted me; my weak body can't take it anymore. The cough won't subside, and my fever worsens day by day. I haven't slept a wink, not only because of the illness, but also because my bed is completely soaked with rainwater. I sleep on the cold floor, wet, shivering, and in pain.
I can't eat anymore. Every bite hurts; my throat is inflamed, and my stomach is empty. I went looking for medicine, something to ease this pain, but it was too expensive, so I returned empty-handed, suffering in silence.
The pain has become unbearable; I even wish for death. There's no rest at night, no medicine during the day, and I can't endure any longer. Every passing moment feels like my last. My only wish is that my voice reaches everyone who can help me by donating so I can buy medicine and repair our torn tent. Please donate and don't abandon us.
Please help my friend Ahmed. I beg you to send him survival funds as soon as possible. I am so afraid for him
painted something for the first time in a while! i actually really like how this turned out
Cutlery set with leather and wood case in the form of a trout, Italy, circa 1570
from The Bavarian National Museum
an angel came down a little bit ago and said it's okay for me to be parasocial because i'm normal about it
(no beers in) I lack a lot of the traits people typically define as human and on occasion it haunts me
(backseating you at the mortar and pestle) man you aint even squarshing it
hey btw fyi jsyk fwiw atm there are ghouls coming to your house to kill you 👍
