What am I

Thirty one

So I staid the night at my best friend's house last night and I actually got most of my homework done. I also didn't get the best sleep either. I also really hurt my hand. I know it's bruised but still it hurts like shit. Sadly though it's my right hand and that's my dominant hand. Fun.

Lately I've been in a lot of physical pain. I have a possible concussion, I have a hurt ankle, and now a bruised hand. I also have actual cuts up my arms because I lost my sanity. (I'm gonna make a huge reference) I'm a goner, somebody catch my breath.

So on my English work yesterday we had to define literacy terms and I was piling up on those references. There was ode and I wrote ode to sleep. There was prologue and I could not stop singing "and this is just the prologue". It was crazy. I also got a headache and got really dizzy after. That wasn't fun.

So I also had therapy yesterday and because I hate it I've been lying to my therapist. I really don't want to be there. I want to go home and sleep especially because I had a migraine and I was dizzy. I couldn't cancel because my mom won't let me but next week I might not have it because "I'm doing better" and cuz she has a dentist appointment. I'm also no matter what being put on medication so yeah. Fun.

When I say "Fun." thats me using sarcasm if you didn't pick that up yet.