Thursday, August 18
i'm getting quite pissed off with my fever.i know this sounds absolutely ridiculous. i think it is too. but i'm highly irritated. day8 fever, like what the hell.
spa went shit, louis said he'd be crying if he screwed up like how i did. need i say anymore.
second blood test tmr again. i hope he draws me dry.
to say i'm completely over it would be denying. time and time again, i find myself trying to pry open your thoughts, to know if you're even bothered by it. but guess, nah.
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dad thinks i'm possessed by you-know-what esp since it's the (6+1) month. he thinks thats the reason why i'm not getting well. superstitious or not, it's making my ends stand.
