My eyes are burning while I'd like to see you cry and die.
Long time no type.
I’m wondering what I did wrong in my life that I deserved this major migraine, runny nose and saggy limbs.
Oh yeah, I did that.
Tisha, you better not speak!!!
On Saturday, I had colds and I, being strong as an ox, didn’t care. I was painting away happily, cleaning my room and watching my Spanish soap operas which I didn’t understand - it was fun.
On Sunday, I had a bad cold with a headache but that didn’t stop my mom for waking me up at 6 am to bring to Antipolo Church while Glenda was gladly hitting. I was surprised I didn’t melt, because it’s been weeks since I’ve been to Church. At the end, I was abandoned in a candlestick place with old ladies getting mad at me because my hair might be set on fire and their small roof with holes were dripping water on me. By night, my mom decided I didn’t want to go to school and the rest was history.
Sad thing is, my mom didn’t really care I was sick, she just threw pills, thermometer and Gatorade at my face. “Mom, don’t you care about me?” “Not really, you’re not dying, are you?” That’s great, ma, totally great. Now, I hate it that I’m missing school. I hate being germy.
♥ heart broken unscented virgin pulp tissue user
I’m wondering what I did wrong in my life that I deserved this major migraine, runny nose and saggy limbs.
Oh yeah, I did that.
Tisha, you better not speak!!!
On Saturday, I had colds and I, being strong as an ox, didn’t care. I was painting away happily, cleaning my room and watching my Spanish soap operas which I didn’t understand - it was fun.
On Sunday, I had a bad cold with a headache but that didn’t stop my mom for waking me up at 6 am to bring to Antipolo Church while Glenda was gladly hitting. I was surprised I didn’t melt, because it’s been weeks since I’ve been to Church. At the end, I was abandoned in a candlestick place with old ladies getting mad at me because my hair might be set on fire and their small roof with holes were dripping water on me. By night, my mom decided I didn’t want to go to school and the rest was history.
Sad thing is, my mom didn’t really care I was sick, she just threw pills, thermometer and Gatorade at my face. “Mom, don’t you care about me?” “Not really, you’re not dying, are you?” That’s great, ma, totally great. Now, I hate it that I’m missing school. I hate being germy.
♥ heart broken unscented virgin pulp tissue user