Sickness

I hate being sick. okay so, I get to miss school. But when you're sick to your stomach, it's like you can't remember ever feeling okay. I mean, at least when it's a respiratory thing you can still eat. Ick.

Anyway. I've been drifting through school like I usually do. Walking through the halls for me is a strange experience. They can't touch me, they are separate from me. It's not like being in a bubble though. I can't describe it. It is as if they are water and I am a marble slipping smoothly through them.

I am tired of being his part-time lover. It is wonderful when it happens but the rest of the time I feel cast aside and unwanted. He hugs everyone except me. He loves everyone except me. Does that seem fair? But there is someone else. Perhaps he needs to learn a lesson in jealousy, if he's even capable of it anymore.

Laura, I miss you. I am going to mail you a letter as soon as I am finished with this post.

Braden, do what your heart wants, unless it hurts the rest of you. If cheerleading is not what you want, do what you love.

Heather, it's been far too long since we've had a heartfelt sleepover. Let's fix that?

Lekey, I need to see you more often. You are a salve for the wounds of the institution.

Hannah, you were my epiphany. I'll let you read it someday.

I hope desperately to feel better soon. I ate 6 saltines and they have not expressed interest in coming back up. I am hopeful.

P.S. Here is the Adam Lambert song I like. Apparently it's a cover of an unreleased Muse song. I recommend looking up the Muse version, it's equally awesome.