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I don't get it. My dad never believes me when I'm sick. He always thinks I'm faking it, or I'm making a big deal of nothing. I feel so rediculously awful and he doesn't believe me. He's like "maybe you just need some fresh air, why don't you take the dog for a walk". Oh yeah, good idea dad. I'm wearing a long-sleeve shirt, a sweatshirt and another shirt, and i'm still cold. Why don't I go outside where it's colder. God. I hate complaining so much, but I seriously feel terrible. I've missed two white days, and I'm pretty much screwed. Amy just told me that we have a big test in English on friday. Great. She'll make me take it too, because it's the last day before vacation. Whatever.
I can't think of anything to write about. My head is so clogged. I just want to sleep for like three days until this cold is gone. I hate being sick. =/
Maybe I should stop being such a fucking baby.
I can't think of anything to write about. My head is so clogged. I just want to sleep for like three days until this cold is gone. I hate being sick. =/
Maybe I should stop being such a fucking baby.