A friend of mine told me that I seem different. Different as in, I don't talk much as I use to. She was kinda hurt because she thought I was ignoring her or wasn't interested on what she was talking. To those who know me well, they'll say I'm a chatterbox. You couldn't shut me up even if you try. I'll be going blablabla with my merepekness, highly imaginative imagination and lame jokes in between all day long. But now, I seem quieter than the old me.
Love, it's not that I have lost interest in what you were talking about or anything. I was listening. I was listening well don't worry, it's just for the past month, it's hard to talk. Like talk talk. A lot of people know about it, but only few could relate to it. I love to talk, and laugh, I could talk and laugh all day till there's no tomorrow.
But the problem now is that, if I do that, I'll be in a cough fist afterwards. Disadvantage of an asthmatic patient -.-" Especially when you got it at this age. There are certain things you can't do, like drinking ice water (which i love so much), eating spicy foods, too many dairy, dust, stress, cats, and the list goes on and on and on..
Whenever I have the cough fist, I can't sleep at night. The only way for me to sleep is by sitting. I can't lay down flat. And the chest would be so heavy and it's so hard to breathe at times. I hate it when it happens. There goes my good night sleep.. So sometimes, the best thing for me to do, is just smile, nod and keep quiet and just listen to whatever they are talking about so that I won't get an attack.
But hey, there are people who are worst so I shouldn't complain right? At least it teaches me to be humble and it reminds me of Him constantly.
So this is my battle, my inner battle.
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