Sick

I’m proud of myself. Despite the fact that I’m sick I studied tonight. I can’t sleep because my nose is stopped up. I was sneezing and had a runny nose, and I took some medicine…now I’m congested. I preferred the runny nose, methinks. My throat isn’t sore anymore, but I’m still coughing up phlegm. Blegh.

I returned all of Mike’s stuff. Now I need to decide if I want to keep the journal he gave me or what. I wrote in it once and haven’t since, and whenever I look at it I just cringe. I might just put it away where I can’t see it.

Spring break is in two weeks. I’m excited because I know I won’t be sick anymore by then. XD I was planning on going to the gym and such this week, but I don’t know if I’m contagious. I hate that I’ll be going to the beach not feeling comfortable with my body. Even if I’d just lost 5 pounds I would have been proud. Maybe I’ll lose weight from loss of appetite. *shrug*

I keep seeing Casey pop up on mutual friend’s news feeds. I hate that she didn’t believe me and is still in his "web of deceit". Oh well. It took me a few years to realize what I was hearing was true. I miss his mom, oddly enough. It was nice talking about all the shit he’s done, and her being the one saying most of it and me just agreeing. I’d hate to have a son like him. I think I’d beat the shit out of him. She knows what he’s like, she sees the women he brings home, knows they all think they’re the only ones, and she saw him headbutt me one time on her couch. She’s lucky she isn’t his age and one of the ones he’s trying to bang.

I’m sick, but I’m actually in a decent mood. Yay.

My friend Miranda was complaining about her boyfriend the other day. She said she wanted to leave him because he was on drugs. I told her she needed to tell him how serious she was, and if he didn’t listen, then maybe it was for the best. Of course, he read the text and got all offended and acted like I told her to leave him. I told him he needed to straighten up and realize he was screwing up their relationship.

I still wonder who it was that made the fake profiles trying to split Mike and Casey up back when the three of us were still talking. No one would confess if I asked, I’m sure, but I want to know who pretended to be me..with all of their typos and grammatically incorrect sentences. I may not write perfectly, but I don’t use chat speak or what have you. And I can spell.

Sometimes it feels like middle school, with how people act.