i loathe the debacle im in. sally was supposed to visit today but we have a surprise family visit that basically invited themselves here so dad told me to tell sally she couldnt come (even though she had balloons and Popsicles for me =/) and even for a little. then mom called me to tell sally she could drop by for a little since she knows how hard its been for me to be stuck home this past week and not see anyone and be arguing with my dad. but then dad got mad at me for that. and so since i know he's pissed at me i tried to stay away from him and attempted to go downstairs myself to get some food and ended up nearly passing out at the bottom of the steps. and then proceeded to throw up once i got to the kitchen. and lemme tell you, throwing up when there's an open wound in your throat felt like fire and ice at the same time. i just lay there on the floor for a little before i got around to cleaning it up. miserable.
needless to say i just decided to stay with telling sally she can't come over...
and called melanie instead to vent. yet again. mel you're an angel for letting me call you and vice versa these past few days. please come rescue me soon from this place. i need to get out of here. and i need you!!!
hey biff i miss you. and would do anything for one of your back rubs right now. or to hear your voice...skype date maybe?
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