Listening to: Radiohead - No Surprises
I've been sick. I had an awful stomach bug on Monday... didn't sleep a wink the night before, up vomiting and such. Did nothing on Monday except lay around and nap. Tuesday I was feeling significantly better and I could hold food down. This morning I woke up and I couldn't stand up straight without pain in my middle area. Getting used to food again, I guess.
So I decided I'd stay home from school. Again. Third day. And then I changed my mind because I felt AWFUL about it. I think I had a fever, or something was messing with me, but I felt so bad about not going that I was bawling. I've done pretty much nothing for six days and I feel like shit because of it, I miss everyone at school, I'm gonna have a crapload of stuff to catch up on, and... yeah. I was crying over it. I just felt really, REALLY bad.
So I got dressed real fast and shoved my stuff in my bag and was about to make a run for the bus and try and get there on time. But plans were foiled when the mother wouldn't let me, which was definitely for the best because I slept for 3-4 hours after crying some more. I still feel rather awful, but mainly because I'm hungry but my stomach acts funny when I do eat, and there's nothing I WANT to eat.
That and I feel so useless. And lonely.
I hate being sick. so much. god...
Also, today I don't particularly like my art or my writing or anything. I feel underappreciated. I wish I could just go to sleep and never wake up (but don't worry, it's not what you think it is - I'm not suicidal, I just wish I could sleep until things didn't SUCK anymore). I also wish I didn't have some stupid hum group project to do. And I wish I'd never been sick so I wouldn't have to deal with all of this.
Well, there you go. Miserable Rekyjournal of the year... jeez.