Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

dear self

I'm sorry to tell you this, but you can't be sick. You've done really really well this year - you haven't been sick since February (that you remember), and I know that when you get all stressed your immune system starts to wear down, and that you're pretty stressed now.

I also know that you spent several hours hanging out in the hospital yesterday, and that there are germs there.

You don't feel good, but probably it's all in your head.

You don't have time for this.



I'm totally inceiving right now and you can't even tell

really, Emma? REALLY?