The last few days have been meh.
Been quite ill, sore throat, cough. Blah. Went to the doctors on Thursday to discuss 'girl stuff', had a blood test yesterday which was mighty humiliating as I almost didn't let the nurse put the bloody needle in my arm (excuse the accidental pun). But I did in the end, so yeah. Woopdifuckingdoo.
The first thing I did this morning was throw up. And my dads here so I couldn't go out. So he and my brother went to Reading and I stayed at home with my mum.
Was pretty boring. Didn't do much apart from go to tesco. I cried on the way there and back, I have no idea why. My mum thinks I'm mental.
Currently I am sitting on my sofa and my dad is watching star wars (which is shit. I've never seen it before and I don't see what all the fuss is about) and eating crisps really loudly and annoyingly. I was sitting quietly reading Elle before he came in and started being an idiot.
Tomorrow I have no idea what I'm doing. Probably sit at home on my own.
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