Quite bad. I'm taking 6 kinds of medicine and my fingers are trembling like hell.





When the mind gets weak the body is even more frail.





I'm feeling super horrid. Horrid even when I sit in the air-con-ed LT for a good majority of the time there for lessons. Horrid even when we are given good food. Horrid when there's ample time to rest, wash up and change. So now I'm wondering about the detainees in the cell. They must be thinking of the world outside. Their parents. Loved ones. How fucked up this is. I would cry all day and night if I were them.

sigh.