yeah...i havent written in a while...but whatever i am now. ill just start with last night... i came home from school, even though i was supposta go to danas with kristin..but then my parents had to go to a funeral so yeah i had to watch the kids. and idk why i was but i was 'crying' over someone, which your not really supposta do when you have stress induced asthma..but whatever. so i got myself really stressed out. and dana was on the phone with me. then she had to go because her mom needed it. so what do i do..i breakdown. yeah so then i call my mom because i found it was hard for me to breathe. she comes home. and then she gives me my inhaler. yeahhhh, i hate the taste of that. but it didnt help. so then i got in the car with my mom to pick up patrick and my dad at the fields, barefoot. and then my dad saw me and then noticed i was having a really hard time breathing. i was pale and everything...makeup all down my face..it suckkked. so i went to the fire house. and like ten million people were there..and here i am sitting on a truck wiht an oxygen tube and abuterol... trying to breathe...and yes im still barefoot, and its still like hailing out...so the ambulance finally comes to the firehouse and picks me up. and then we were riding to brookhaven and my eyes rolled to the back of my head and i threw up..yeah i know its gross. then i get into the ER and yeah oh god my eyes are normallll..yay. and then i sat there and i got an iv in me because i wouldnt eat..idk i didnt wanna throw up again, took like 6 pills, had blood work done...and thenn got chest xrays. but yeah the sesures keep going on throw all of this. then they made me take a pregency testt, and i had to walk to the bathroom...and on the way there...oh course the one time i get up and walk...my eyes roll to the back of my head AGAIN and then i pass out. i keep spitting up blood. it was reallllly fun lemme tell you. then everything comes back, and my blood count was all good. so they had to send me home in a wreck. i was frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeezing. i had six blankets on me and i had a fever...yeah my arms are killing me. then i went home and i found out the whole reason why i went through the reason of above was for one person. one person triggered all this. and then i went on the computer evened though i was drugged up. and i talked to this one person..and ''idk, i dont really care'' to like everything i said. so yeah i felt like i was gonna like kill myself. so i went to my room and tried to sleep..but it didnt work so i tried again later on like at 2ish. and it worked till 5:30. then i woke up and went back to sleep...i still was having the chest compulsions...WHICH SUCKS. and then i slept till 9. then i took my shower and went to school. went to gym and told dana and melissa my story...and yeah i was outta breathe from like just telling the story. fuuuuuuuuun. and then i went to french and hoss was a bitch and wouldnt let me go buy water. so then i went to lunch and i wasnt hungry so i had a rasberry snapple. and then i went to 6th, and like hurt my thumb nail. and then i went to english which was alright. except the way people talk like im shit to me. like i thought you HAD RESPECT for me, thats why its all in the past. and then i went to math and i figured out that people call me a slut, yeah thats fun. and then i went to walsh to make up that vocab. then i went to hammers to see what was going on with that face painting. then i talked to jay about stuff. and then i went home. and now im writing this..i dont know if im going to dance today and if i am..idk if im actually gonna dance. i feel like alotta crap. and yeah. right now im hungry so im walking to 7-11 to buy food since my house has none. talk to you later bye.
Dana, Tiff, Jen, Elliot- thank you guys for today...it meant alot alot alot to me.