I am Sick

Sick of staying home all night, every night.

Sick of being the one looking on while other people get ready in pretty clothes and new shoes and then say goodbye while they go off to meet their friends or to fancy parties.

It's a Saturday night! I should be out on a table somewhere. At the very least, I should be playing tanglung and having mooncake with people who heart me.

Instead I'm lying in bed alone, with the lights turned off and my face all puffy, my eyes watery and my nose raw because I've been attacking it with a tissue for 24 hours non-stop.

I am sick of being sick.