Hi, Before you bite me, I sincerly appologize for not blogging for that long of a time, but come on, we all knew I wasn't going to commit, You should be gratefull that I'm back, and I'm really not willing to give up on you like I did to most of the things I started practising, at every age.
And guess what, I'm as sick as a potato can get, even though I've been told potatoes don't get sick.. LIES, It's all lies I'm telling you, LIES..
But hey let's look at the bright side, I get to be a couch potato without feeling guilty, I get treated like a princess(I'm talking about pretty easy to swallow food), I get to sleep until whenever I want, I don't have to go to the grocery shop, I get to avoid phone calls from the outside world people with the permission of having a sore throat, Yeah bitches. Aaaaand for a few days I can pretend that I have no responsibilities, no friends, no life (As if I actually have one), and most importantly, no crush. But that doesn't last much, cause as soon as Facebook work to seduce me, I see that pretty name of his with that girl of that pretty girl that he might have a crush on. No, no, he promised he'd tell me if he ever likes a girl. I should really learn to trust.
But trust me, being sick has more downsides than positive shit,
I can't eat Ice cream and cold stuff.
I can't taste most of that pretty delicious shit, so it's more like feel that gesture of nice food than feel it's taste tickling your throat.
I wake up shivering and once I cover myself I start to sweat.
I stink.
I can't take a cold shower.. nor a hot one because mum is over-protective.
I stink.
I can't go swimming.
I can't talk as much as I always intend to do.
My hair is a mess.
I stink.
So yeah, anyone that disagrees with me should go kill himself, JUST KIDDING, Don't die on me you bitch.
No seriously, here is a gun, feel free to use it any time soon. *Innocent Smile*
(I hope you don't really consider my suggestion, I was honestly just TRYING to be a smartass, no hatred.)
And guess what, I'm as sick as a potato can get, even though I've been told potatoes don't get sick.. LIES, It's all lies I'm telling you, LIES..
But hey let's look at the bright side, I get to be a couch potato without feeling guilty, I get treated like a princess(I'm talking about pretty easy to swallow food), I get to sleep until whenever I want, I don't have to go to the grocery shop, I get to avoid phone calls from the outside world people with the permission of having a sore throat, Yeah bitches. Aaaaand for a few days I can pretend that I have no responsibilities, no friends, no life (As if I actually have one), and most importantly, no crush. But that doesn't last much, cause as soon as Facebook work to seduce me, I see that pretty name of his with that girl of that pretty girl that he might have a crush on. No, no, he promised he'd tell me if he ever likes a girl. I should really learn to trust.
But trust me, being sick has more downsides than positive shit,
I can't eat Ice cream and cold stuff.
I can't taste most of that pretty delicious shit, so it's more like feel that gesture of nice food than feel it's taste tickling your throat.
I wake up shivering and once I cover myself I start to sweat.
I stink.
I can't take a cold shower.. nor a hot one because mum is over-protective.
I stink.
I can't go swimming.
I can't talk as much as I always intend to do.
My hair is a mess.
I stink.
So yeah, anyone that disagrees with me should go kill himself, JUST KIDDING, Don't die on me you bitch.
No seriously, here is a gun, feel free to use it any time soon. *Innocent Smile*
(I hope you don't really consider my suggestion, I was honestly just TRYING to be a smartass, no hatred.)
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