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I believe I've caught another stomach virus or something. Mis lomo was upset all night last night, and I was all sniffly and stuff this morning. Wow, either I'm not taking care of myself or my immunities are gone. I think it's the latter, haha. Man. I hate it when you watch a close friend cry, but they won't tell you whats wrong. I know sometimes the best way to help is to do nothing at all, still tortures me every time I see them upset though. And this seems to be a big trend amongst my friends now. They'll tell me they're upset, they'll tell me they're crying yet they won't let me help them. I'm not gonna force feed help to anyone, which is what they want me to do I guess, so it just ends up with us both feeling miserable.
Speaking of misery, the SATs are today. What is this, like my third or fourth? Yeah, supposed to do something today afterwards, but I quite honestly don't know if it'll work out. People have work, responsibilities. Maybe the luster of hanging out is just dying in me. Ugh, dying. My back is killing me. George was talking about the pain he was getting in his back, and it was funny, cause I had the same thing going on. We guessed it was sympathy pains, probably me with the sympathy since he DID crash into a signpost/mailbox, can't quite remember. Ha, and my leg has been dying on me again. I'll sit down and it'll go numb or something.
Oh geeze, MORE health problems: Wendesday in study hall, I coughed up red flecks. Now, I don't think it was blood. It might've been some stuff off my sore throat, or it could've been that my throat was bleeding cause I just got it so raw from eating. Didn't want people to see it, cause I know how they'll react. Specially Melinda! I turned to take it off and she's looking right at me with a quirked head. I was like 'Shit'.
Course, now she'll find out by reading this, but I'd rather prefer that then having her pound on me for not going to the doctor.
Sorry if this all seems rather depressing/morbid/macabre/bitchy/blahblahblah I'm a angst-ridden teen, get over it.
Speaking of misery, the SATs are today. What is this, like my third or fourth? Yeah, supposed to do something today afterwards, but I quite honestly don't know if it'll work out. People have work, responsibilities. Maybe the luster of hanging out is just dying in me. Ugh, dying. My back is killing me. George was talking about the pain he was getting in his back, and it was funny, cause I had the same thing going on. We guessed it was sympathy pains, probably me with the sympathy since he DID crash into a signpost/mailbox, can't quite remember. Ha, and my leg has been dying on me again. I'll sit down and it'll go numb or something.
Oh geeze, MORE health problems: Wendesday in study hall, I coughed up red flecks. Now, I don't think it was blood. It might've been some stuff off my sore throat, or it could've been that my throat was bleeding cause I just got it so raw from eating. Didn't want people to see it, cause I know how they'll react. Specially Melinda! I turned to take it off and she's looking right at me with a quirked head. I was like 'Shit'.
Course, now she'll find out by reading this, but I'd rather prefer that then having her pound on me for not going to the doctor.
Sorry if this all seems rather depressing/morbid/macabre/bitchy/blahblahblah I'm a angst-ridden teen, get over it.