math
im in math. so bored. so sick. phlegm comming out of every oraface. gack. just talking about it makes me sick!
I fell down yesterday. i was getting the mail, and then i tripped as i was going down the stairs. I felt so stupid, and foolish, and I was really hurting. Then some lady wanted to talk with me. I was nice, and let her talk at me...then started crying as I stumbled home. My hand was throbbing as I was walking home...so I looked at it, it was bleeding. I almost fainted -- don't like the sight of blood -- and then I saw there was dirt in my wound.
I picked myself up off of the sidewalk, and wandered home with the mail. I called my mom and she had to work, so I started crying into the reciver. I felt stupid, like a little kid; I am supposed to be a grown-up...ya know, like going to college, getting a job, getting a bank account, getting a driver's licence and a car...but this made me realize that it's okay to be child-like sometimes.
I called my friends...but they weren't home, then i tried to call my boyfriend...but I was too nervious...and felt horrible already, so I didn't. Maybe, I just needed to be taken care of for a day, you know?
now I am sick...so I will have plenty of days to be taken care of. I am at school, but I don't want to be. I would rather be at home asleep in bed...where it is nice and warm, where there are no mid-terms or term-papers...where I don't have to be on time. I can show up whenever I want, and it will be fine. I long for the simpler times of juice and cookies; now it's water and low-carb bread. It really sucks and I am ready for a revolt any day now.
I fell down yesterday. i was getting the mail, and then i tripped as i was going down the stairs. I felt so stupid, and foolish, and I was really hurting. Then some lady wanted to talk with me. I was nice, and let her talk at me...then started crying as I stumbled home. My hand was throbbing as I was walking home...so I looked at it, it was bleeding. I almost fainted -- don't like the sight of blood -- and then I saw there was dirt in my wound.
I picked myself up off of the sidewalk, and wandered home with the mail. I called my mom and she had to work, so I started crying into the reciver. I felt stupid, like a little kid; I am supposed to be a grown-up...ya know, like going to college, getting a job, getting a bank account, getting a driver's licence and a car...but this made me realize that it's okay to be child-like sometimes.
I called my friends...but they weren't home, then i tried to call my boyfriend...but I was too nervious...and felt horrible already, so I didn't. Maybe, I just needed to be taken care of for a day, you know?
now I am sick...so I will have plenty of days to be taken care of. I am at school, but I don't want to be. I would rather be at home asleep in bed...where it is nice and warm, where there are no mid-terms or term-papers...where I don't have to be on time. I can show up whenever I want, and it will be fine. I long for the simpler times of juice and cookies; now it's water and low-carb bread. It really sucks and I am ready for a revolt any day now.