Well, this week kinda blows. Monday was a regular day, untill about six in the after noon. I started to feel really sick, so I decided to take a nap for about an hour. I wake up, and it's eleven pm, the time I was supose to be in bed. Oops. So I take some sleeping pills, and go back to sleep. I then have the saddest dream I've had for about twelve years, I woke up crying (<-for the record, I rarly cry from saddness. If I do cry, its from pain). So I get up, and ask my mom if I can stay home from school today, still crying. She says it's cool, and I go back to bed. I then shifted from consciousness to unconsciousness without much memory. And to add to my simptons, I had a migrane, a sore throught, a chough, week legs, no apitite (dispite the fact I hadn't eaten in about 24 hours), and depresion. But it gets better, I take a bunch of meds as the day goes on, and spend most of it resting, I now have a new story, but now means to write it. And to top it off, the next day I can't breath through my nose, and I miss school again. I'm the kind of student who needs to go to school every day to keep up to date. So thats another day resting, but this time I forget both the meds for my migrane, and my sleeping pills. So in short, got no sleep last night, and was in pain the whole night. So here I am, misserable, and now feeling really ill due to lack of food and doing something. I hate my life right now.