I am willing to admit that I have issues. It's true. *shrugs* Simple as that.
Yesterday during drama club, I had an episode. It was rather interesting, and got everyone on my case with "Are you ok?"'s and "You're sick! Stay home tomorrow and sleep!"'s. My episode consisted of shaking, the inability to breathe, crying, and the inability to stay upright. The only thing keeping my upright and off the floor was my Farmboy's chair, which I was standing behind and holding onto for support.
I'm not quite sure why I put this up, as no one really cares. Ah well. More of my stupidity, I suppose. Like accidentally crushing a lightbulb in my hand. That move was sheer genious, really. Rather painful and quite bloody, but sheer genious. I still have the marks on my palm.
musicbox memories · Fri Jan 06, 2006 @ 06:44am · 0 Comments |