So I told you guys a little while back about how I had it rough and good at the same time, well now it just went from bad to worse. I'll give you a hint, my arm hurts thanks to there being holes in them, I was in an all white building, and it stunk like childreds medicine, the machines beeped, and I was taken there in a big white closed trunk truck. Guessed yet, thats right, the hospital. I had a massive attack of some kind, chunked everything I had to eat that day, and was freezing and sweating bullets. Apperently it was the flu, I still have it and still feel like shit, but everyone was a complete dick to me at the hospital. They fed me an IV (in the most painfull way possible, shaking and yankingly), but when I asked for water the nurse never brought it to me, I had to ask the doctor that only made three apperances.
The paramedics and the nurses accused me of faking and were making a joke of it (even though I was convulsing and throwing up all over the place). I just hated it, and the people that were supposed to give me a ride wouldn't even take me home, instead they kept playing pool. Only one person went to check up on me, Lester, he rode in the Ambulance with me and stuck by my side the entire time. When it was time to go we called everyone and no one, not even his mother would give us or had the ability to give us a ride, So we had to walk three miles to the bus stop, wait for an hour in the cold after I left the hospital, and an additional quarter mile back to my house.

Sometimes it feels like everyone is working against me, like the universe wants me to suffer and that no one gives a shit.