Shit. I’m definitely sick. I hate my frail immune system. I knew i should have worn my huge ugly sweater. I have so many big ugly sweaters. All the other girls just wear dainty little body coverings that dont even count as real sweaters… more like long sleeved shirts than sweaters… Yet they dont seem cold, and don’t get sick… Me? I wear so much clothes I look fat… And I still get sick.

I hate bronchitis. There hasn’t been one year in the last 5 years that I haven’t gotten bronchitis (I didnt get over from the time I caught it last november until just this last august!)..

I can feel bronchitis coming on. Its like in one of those horror movies when you see the killer and you see the girl standing with her back to him… and you know he’s coming and you’re like “NO NO!! DONT LOCK THE DOOR!”… But she does it anyway?… It’s the same feeling.

And so here I am. Out here in the cold. Shivering. With barely any clothes on. Feeling like shit. And still shivering more. But am I getting up? No. Of course not. I want to finish typing my blog entry.