#ended up turning on aircon and covering myself w the blanket bc I couldn't figure out how to shield myself otherwise

[albertxylin]

Mosquito

You don't feel anything at first. Maybe there's a passing whine but it's mostly quiet. You absentmindedly brush your arm, Notice how plains have turned into rolling hills bubbling up under your skin, The building itch that burns you inside out. Scratching brings temporary relief and prolongs your suffering, While resisting still means a baptism of flames. What is self-destruction when you suffer already?