Is That Wrong?
So I went to the doctor yesterday and the stole my valuable arm blood, and now I have to go in for an ultrasound tomorrow. What an ultrasound is going to do to help solve this mystery is beyond me. I'm not nervous though. This probably sounds very odd, but I almost would rather it be something serious (as long as it's not fatal). Maybe I'm one of those people who gets sick for attention. I certainly do hope not. I hate those people, borderline loathing actually. It's a shameful thing to need attention that way. Embarassing really. Childish and stupid. I like to think that I am none of those things. And yet I want people to worry. I want them to contemplate how they would feel were I no longer around. It's like suicide but without the death. Why do I wish to make my loved ones suffer? Perhaps because I'm not sure if they will. It shouldn't matter.... it shouldn't. I am a fool. For this I am, but I cannot change it so I should just shut up about it for now.