Thursday, March 08, 2007
I'm going to tear my hair out any moment now. Which reminds me, I swear I'm never going to Jean Yip for a haircut. Never again.
I wish this horrible, horrible, horrible week was over. I wish menstrual cramps/backpain never existed. I wish I could sleep away all the frustrations. I wish SYF was over. I wish everyone would just shut up and give me some quiet. I wish I had a guardian angel writing me notes that ended with
PS I Love You to help me, like Holly had Gerry.
Ruoyu claims I'm "less active and much quieter". Note to Ruoyu, it's been a hellish week, and I'm sorry if I snapped at you/didn't smile/didn't talk. :( It isn't making me feel any better that the hols are just right round the corner.
It's going to be a hellish weekend too. I can't brace myself enough. I can totally anticipate what they're going to throw at me. "Nat, why are you
always making
excuses? If you really wanted to go, you'd have changed your busy schedule."
Cue me in for my jaw to drop. I'm not making excuses. I'm not lying. I just knew about it today. It's really
blah when your own friends don't believe you.
Upsetting stuff aside, I'm grateful for everyone who checked on me constantly to make sure the pain didn't kill me. I thought I succeeded at masking the pain with a perfectly calm face. I didn't realise I was squeezing the hem of my pinafore so tightly. Thanks for that huge panadol, Jo!
This doesn't really make sense does it. Disjointed post. I'm not really intact either.
Oh hell. I can get through this. (this
what?)
Nat is always okay, is she?
Don't forget she's human too.
i grabbed your attention;
