I slept at 12:30am, and got woken up at 3:30 by mosquito's. I really didn't care about them until they started to piss me off so i'm like OMFG.. die. Even worse cause I was wearing like barely nothing so I was the most vunerable thing ever. WEW.. malaria here I come. Mum rang my mobile at 4am. I was like wtf isn't she in the other side of the house? Turns out she's in Liverpool hospital. Dad can't breathe again. I am sad faced. I am worried. I don't want to be scared to death again. I couldn't bare to lose two people in the one week. That would just set me over the edge. I feel kind of insecure now cause I have nothing to hold onto. Not in the clinging sense, but like.. just for support. At least that makes sense. It's sort of like how a kid learns to ride a bike for the first time without training wheels. They are wobbly for the first few times, might crash or fall over but eventually they get the hang of it..
I never got the hang of it.
On another note, I haven't completed my Chemistry assignment and it's due today. I might as well finish it now. It's the gayest out. Got it on friday and it's due today. Worth 20% of my prelim marks. Fucking hell. So tempted to drop out. Can't be fucked with the work.
I just realised that I said in an earlier post that i'd sleep with no worries in the world. Hah, I have every worry in the world now. For the second time in my life, I could lose my dad. I went through it once when I was 8 and I don't think I could go through it again.
It's now 4:40 am, and I realise this is going to be a full on year. But i'll take it on. Pew pew.
Goodmorning, Rozie.
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