Tuesday, December 23, 2003
I'm sick. my throat hurts, so does my head. I'm tired, shaky and dizzy. I just helped my parents get headed on the road to edmonton. Instead of wanting my mom around, I'm glad she's gone. This way I can be sick without having to take care of two adults who don't notice I'm sick. I wish I was taken care of sometimes. I wish I wasn't the only one who made chicken soup and made sure everyone else was okay. As I write, I'm trying to make myself chicken soup. So I can't sleep till its done. And I have to do homework do I can spend quality time with the family. I love other people, but sometimes I think maybe my life has become other people's instead of my own. I know we are to love others, but sometimes it would be really nice to be taken care of.
I'm just feeling sorry for myself today. Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow
