there's a distinct sense of nausea in my throat, in my lungs. the air around smells sickenly of artificial-smelling perfume. bile is rising in my throat. i've been feeling this way from time to time ever since i came from the snow. that day we went up a mountain, following dizzingly twisted roads which led me to throw up. i had to hold it in for so long, i felt so horrible. i kept gasping for air, trying to clear my constricted throat. after i threw up i felt like a new person, rejuvenated, rebirthed. but now it feels like the novelty of the world has worn away all too quickly. everything is going too quickly. the car of my life is accelarating and im stuck trying to hold down my sick.