Ha-Ha Funny. Honestly.

So you want to hear something funny? 


Two hours after my last post on monday, I got trafficked to the emergency ward where I was diagnosed with appendicitis. *Love my life (and now for the unimpressed emoticon) -.-


So anyway, now I'm just chilling at my dads, a tad bedridden and smothered with the thought of assignments and what not, one appendix less. God I want more pain killers and I'm sorry that nothing is coherent at the moment and another boy has started talking to me and I don't even know what he is. The poetic boy, maybe. The romantic. He calls me "My dear" and he's just kind of nice in an odd kind of way and he ends our conversations with things like "There's no one else I'd rather talk to on these sweltering spring nights," and the weird thing is that when he says "no one else", he means me. 


And I'm really god-damn curious right now, why is it always about a boy? My appendix is gone, I cant eat food properly and there is this great big stabbing pain in my gut that doesn't go away. I'm sleeping in bloody twenty-minute intervals and it hurts to move. So obviously, I go ahead and structure my blog post around a boy. 


I'm crazy. You're reading the thoughts of a crazy person. That's all there is to it I guess.