Saturday, September 27, 2014
I felt completely fine until I stepped outside for the very first time in three days. It was excruciating. I don't even know where to begin with describing how my skin felt. It was as if someone shot a thousand fire-tipped arrows in my direction, as if someone took a thousand knives and sliced them through my skin, as if I was covered in gasoline and then set on fire. I fumbled for the doorknob and saw that my hands were covered in my own burnt flesh. It smelled horrible. I finally managed to get myself back inside the building.