I'm Sick.

The cracks look awkward. And I have no talent with "graffiti writing".

I'd feel depressed if I was a torn up rabbit plushie abandoned in some room with graffiti and cracks.

I'm down with a fever. That means mum and dad are pumping me full of their supplements and vitamins and so on. Bleargh. I wonder how in the world do they manage to down at least 5 kinds of supplements at least once a day? 3 supplements already got me choking. On the plus side, at least the fever is so mild, I didn't hallucinate about little kiddies swinging hatchets, swords, knives with all of them out to kill me (my imagination as a 10 year old was amazing huh?)