I wasn't planning on blogging again today, but oh well. I wrote a song, very FOB inspired. But a song is a song I guess. School starts tomorrow, after a short week of school, I have to say I'm sad. I'm going to have to run 2.4 km on Wednesday. How fucked up is that? I just hope I have enough glucose to last myself. I don't want to get a seizure again, once is definitely more than enough. Maybe I'll pass out, okay wait, happy thoughts, must think happy thoughts. But I'm just nervous about my blood pressure. I don't want to end up looking like some weakling again. Okay, if I do get a seizure, must not cry. Must not cry. Okay, that's not very helpful, but I'm just scared. I still have limits, well I have limits now. I didn't but now I do, some things change I guess. I'm not gonna whine about this like some dumb ass, I just don't want to be a fucking huge burden again.
I can't totally say I don't want to go to school, cause I actually do, in some small, tiny, minuscule way. I miss literature, and I actually want to know why the fuck I can't seem to grasp my math. Science is something I can't seem to totally grasp either, so everything is in a huge fog for me. How fucked is that? Very fucked if you'd ask me. So anyway, I'm bored. More like beyond bored, it's a whole other level of bored. It's 3.39 but it feels like 7. Why isn't it 7? Cause time doesn't fucking fly when you're bored out of your skull counting the number of tiles on the floor. I lost count at 97.