I’ve honestly got no idea why I insist on uploading photos of me with my entries. Maybe because my entries cry out for photos, or maybe it’s so I can preserve “the best years of my life” on the internet, so when I’m old and decrepit, I can look back and weep as I croak to myself, “I miss my youth”.

So. Unless I’m writing this from the grave, I’m not dead yet from coughing up blood, though on Saturday I decided to be spicy and add stomach lining to the mix, lulz. Aside from the sickness, fever has returned a little, as well as dizziness and general feeling drained, but that’s all to be expected, I suppose. I see the doctor again tomorrow, I’ll find out whether or not I’ll have to go get that chest x-ray. :/

Aside from that, I’m feeling pretty low. I’m fed up of being ill, I’m fed up of having no money, I miss my friends, I’m fed up of being so detatched from everyone and everything, I’m fed up of nothing feeling right, I’m fed up of being unable to concentrate and prioritising what needs to be done, I’m fed up of over analysing things and knowing the outcome of stuff before it happens, I’m fed up of being jealous, I’m fed up of being alone, I’m fed up of being the scapegoat and most of all I’m fed up of waiting for a phonecall I’m probably not going to get, even though they know it’s improtant to me. I’m fed up of having to do everything myself, I’m fed up of nagging and whining, and how I always come second.

And people always wonder why I’ve got a face like a slapped arse.

♥: ….Fed up.
♪: 2 Bullet – Humankind.

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