I'm so sick. Ugh. Needless to say, I didn't go and get my nose pierced. I just shuffled around my house under my blanket. Damn you, 24 hour influenza mixed with my never-ceasing mono! DAMN YOU!!!
I swear to God my mother hates me. We had another fight, because apparently, according to her, I'm an evil little child who is ungrateful. I told her to just leave me alone. And she wonders why I look so pale all the time. She always says "You look so sallow. You have no rosy undertones, like Meagan." Yes, Saint Meagan, with her neat little dimple and blushing cheeks. Maybe my gray expression has something to do with my seething hatred of being despised and blamed all the time. Because, of course, it is always me. It's never Mom being a crazy psycho, and taking it out on me. No, never. Nothing I do pleases her. It's why I'm sick. I've even stopped eating. Everyone knows I love eating.
Ugh, what an awful song. The original American Pie is so preachy, not to mention LONG! Okay, if today is the day the music died, why the HELL are you still singing you moronic American hick? The song is like, eight minutes long, and when you think the bastard is going to stop singing, the chorus starts up again. And then my annoying sister had to sing along. Someone save me from this Hell. Anyone. And give me some Tylenol while you are at it.
I realize this blog is just me griping. I did promise to write a better entry today, but I feel like wallowing in self-pity for a while, so unless you're going to cheer me up, leave me the Hell alone. Please and thankyou.