Another Day…

It’s a nice Saturday morning and I still feel like I was ran over by a car. I’m so tired I’m awake. I’m so achey, I feel like I have to move just not to die. My throat is so sore it feels like someone tried to shove their fist down my throat. My tummy’s not doing to good either. It’s another day to feel rather crumby. I hate being sick. I mean I know it happens. But why? Why do you have to get sick? I mean it would just be nice if you didn’t have to get sick. But no then it would be a very lovely world. And that just can’t happen oh no it has to be full of death and disease. I mean yeah there is life being born everyday and good things are happening to people and I’m more then likely writing this out of anger because I’m not feeling good. I just don’t want to be sick anymore it drives me crazy. Someone is always like Go take some cough medicine for that cough. You should take some asprin for the fever. You need rest. You shouldn’t go to school today sis, you’re not feeling good and you’ll just get worse. See that’s the thing I hate about parents my case my dad. They make you stay home from school when you want to go. I mean yeah it sounds weird coming from a Senior. But I have classes I need to be there for grades I need to keep up. I mean I’m worried about my grades and all that. It’s not fair to me at least. I understand he doesn’t want me to end up in the hospitble (sp?) really really sick. My luck though when I’m older I will end up in the hospitble because I wouldn’t take a day off. Oh well that’s me. Peace Out, Good Morning.