So let me start by saying there is something going on with my body.
It's failing me.
I have some sort of thing happening to me and it's on my hand, it's on my back, it's under my arm and in unmentionable places.
So doctors aren't giving me anything useful, my mom is freaking out and everyone says they think it's 'this disease' or another.
I think I'm dying.
I went through some stages today-
I hid behind some giggles and jokes, and tried my best not to freak out.
2. Freak out
I started laughing out loud like an idiot.
I began to cry uncontrollably.
I kicked everything in the room in a furious rage.
I cut my wrists with a butter-knife. (shameful, I know. A butter-knife.)
And then I cried some more.
And then I danced to Aretha Franklin singing 'Respect'
My God forsaken dad won't get me on health insurance and he isn't picking up his phone.
This only adds to my already significant woes over my mood swingy depression.
I contemplated suicide for a full two seconds, before that idea became immediately dumb because if I die I can't eat cake or go to Italy.
That was my day so far.