You Should Have Been Thankful To Be Alone
It's really fekkin' cold.
My right hand is an ice cube.
I went to the allergist yesterday and after being stabbed in the back 97 different times and stabbed in the arm 30+ times, I found out I can't eat strawberries, tuna, or tree nuts. Luckily, the only nuts I eat are peanuts, which grow in the ground. Yessss.
Except I pretty much live on strawberry lemonade, especially Red Robin's bottomless freckled lemonade.
And tuna is something I eat two to three times a day.
So I guess we know why I was sick all the time.
I have to go back on the 18th to check and see all the different crap I'm allergic to, have the doctor go over them and the like. They had to tell me the food stuff immediately though, good thing too, or else I'd probably be munching on one of my little plastic cups of tuna right now.
I'm starting to wonder why some of my friends are my friends. Not because I don't like them, but rather I get the feeling they don't like me. It makes me wonder why they talk to me all the time. I know it sounds weird, but it makes sense in my head...so...yeah. Ha. I don't know, I'll be having a conversation with someone and it'll just seem like talking to me is such a chore to them. Like they're obliged to do such. I don't want anyone to feel like that. I mean, that's horrible,right?
Anyway, I've been feeling like I'm wasting my free time lately and am thinking of taking a stab at sewing again and possibly trying out making a lolita skirt. A simple bell-shaped skirt shouldn't be too terribly hard, so I'm thinking I might be able to accomplish something with this adventure. I don't know, I've just been feeling very ill-motivated and the like and maybe if I'm really excited about it, it'll get done and maybe it'll seep over into other aspects of my life? I don't know.
I've been feeling really lonely lately. Very hermit-like,almost. I want to relate with people and be close to them, but I just can't seem to as of late. Leila's gone, Josh is well...Josh. I just don't really feel like I have anyone to turn to anymore when I'm in a pickle. Oh well. T_T
My right hand is an ice cube.
I went to the allergist yesterday and after being stabbed in the back 97 different times and stabbed in the arm 30+ times, I found out I can't eat strawberries, tuna, or tree nuts. Luckily, the only nuts I eat are peanuts, which grow in the ground. Yessss.
Except I pretty much live on strawberry lemonade, especially Red Robin's bottomless freckled lemonade.
And tuna is something I eat two to three times a day.
So I guess we know why I was sick all the time.
I have to go back on the 18th to check and see all the different crap I'm allergic to, have the doctor go over them and the like. They had to tell me the food stuff immediately though, good thing too, or else I'd probably be munching on one of my little plastic cups of tuna right now.
I'm starting to wonder why some of my friends are my friends. Not because I don't like them, but rather I get the feeling they don't like me. It makes me wonder why they talk to me all the time. I know it sounds weird, but it makes sense in my head...so...yeah. Ha. I don't know, I'll be having a conversation with someone and it'll just seem like talking to me is such a chore to them. Like they're obliged to do such. I don't want anyone to feel like that. I mean, that's horrible,right?
Anyway, I've been feeling like I'm wasting my free time lately and am thinking of taking a stab at sewing again and possibly trying out making a lolita skirt. A simple bell-shaped skirt shouldn't be too terribly hard, so I'm thinking I might be able to accomplish something with this adventure. I don't know, I've just been feeling very ill-motivated and the like and maybe if I'm really excited about it, it'll get done and maybe it'll seep over into other aspects of my life? I don't know.
I've been feeling really lonely lately. Very hermit-like,almost. I want to relate with people and be close to them, but I just can't seem to as of late. Leila's gone, Josh is well...Josh. I just don't really feel like I have anyone to turn to anymore when I'm in a pickle. Oh well. T_T