misery loves company
another reason why i dont believe in doctors. i had to wait 2 hours to be seen by a doctor in the health center today. i mean, honestly. i fell asleep in the room they threw me in twice, passing out due to the heat.
and i mean, aside from this, nothings right.
this isnt at all what i imagined life to be. what did i think life would be like, you ask? darling i thought life would be better, that i wouldnt be miserable, school would be better and people would be kinder. i didnt realize how hard it was to even get up when i was sick, without anyone there to take care of me. thank god for a roommate with medication. i was too sick to go and buy meds, to sick to even get food downstairs.
im a little better than last night but i wish i would get better faster. i have to sing tomorrow and sunday and monday.
well, at least i have apc, right? they're like my family. ron is apc dad, kaitie is the mom, and josh is...the grandpa. i am the baby. i love them so very much.
close your eyes, close your eyes, and everything will be alright
please dont judge me. im just trying to grapple with the fact that no one will take care of me when im sick. call me a child, call me anything, but wouldnt you feel the same way if you woke up alone too weak to stand up, and realized that you have to take yourself to the doctor, go to the store and buy your own meds, and feed yourself something before you forget? perhaps this sickness is doting on my mental health. i quit therapy after one session, realizing it wasnt for me. i mean, i dont have that many problems. i think im just suffering from withdrawal.
the loneliness is palpable.
and i mean, aside from this, nothings right.
this isnt at all what i imagined life to be. what did i think life would be like, you ask? darling i thought life would be better, that i wouldnt be miserable, school would be better and people would be kinder. i didnt realize how hard it was to even get up when i was sick, without anyone there to take care of me. thank god for a roommate with medication. i was too sick to go and buy meds, to sick to even get food downstairs.
im a little better than last night but i wish i would get better faster. i have to sing tomorrow and sunday and monday.
well, at least i have apc, right? they're like my family. ron is apc dad, kaitie is the mom, and josh is...the grandpa. i am the baby. i love them so very much.
close your eyes, close your eyes, and everything will be alright
please dont judge me. im just trying to grapple with the fact that no one will take care of me when im sick. call me a child, call me anything, but wouldnt you feel the same way if you woke up alone too weak to stand up, and realized that you have to take yourself to the doctor, go to the store and buy your own meds, and feed yourself something before you forget? perhaps this sickness is doting on my mental health. i quit therapy after one session, realizing it wasnt for me. i mean, i dont have that many problems. i think im just suffering from withdrawal.
the loneliness is palpable.