I hate being sick. It's the type of sick that is so typical of movies and stuff, the runny nose, sore throat, fuzzy head sort of cold that makes you just wanna chug a bottle of Nyquil and take a nap.
God I wish it were that easy.
There's too much to miss at school and Colorguard so I can't just stay home. All I can do is sleep as much as possible, take long hot showers, and eat soup (as well as drinking lots of fluids) and hope that I can stomach school. I sound so gross. Every few seconds I have to sniff to make sure my nose won't drip somewhere it'll contaige someone. Or however you say that. It's pitifully reminding me of a Whoopie Cushion, like, "pffttttt" but grosser and wetter and ick. Being sick is the shit, dudes... Right?
I'm having boyfriend troubles 8D But it's fine. I'm not upset about anything (There goes another particularily wet sniffle. It's not even a sniffle, either, it's like a snort. Snnnnnfffffffft.), I just want to understand what's going on.
Gawd, you boys and your complicatedness.
DO YOU have any idea how hard it is to take pants off with your teeth, my god... The zipper's easier than the button, though!
Now you guys are probably thinking I'm a naughty girl :)
I want to go home and eat and just sleep and all that goodness but I'm stuck here until four thirty which is good cuz I'll get my homework done soon. Yay? School's hard right now :( I just need someone to talk to about the hard stuff. I'm lacking people like that. Everyone's so busy they can't talk about it and most people don't really care, I guess. I understand why, I've got stupid problems :P
I just miss talking about myself, a little, because I've been bottling things up for a long, long, time and they're starting to really take their toll inside...
Sometimes, I lie; you don't know, you can't realize. You trust. Maybe you do not even care. But I lie, because I am crying, and it hurts to cry and be weak. I want to be strong like him and never have to cry. I wish I could bottle it up and have it never spill out. I tip a bit of my sadness out and you don't notice it splash onto the floor. So I draw back and try to pour it out in other ways.
I wish you'd help. I wish I could do it alone, even.
But I'm weak.