Seriously though, I have a shit ton of homework. Is it really worth doing it? Like what does this have anything to do with my future? These assignments don't determine who I am, they don't define me, but somehow I care more about numbers on a piece of paper, and letters in a grade book than I do about my own well being. How is this right?
So last week I missed 3 1/2 days of school, because I have an enlarged spleen, that is very painful, and it could rupture and I could die. But the only thing I was worried about was the amount of homework I was going to have, and what this was going to do to my grades and my future. Well, I needed to get this off my chest. That is all for this part, chapter? Idk I'll figure it out.
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Things I can't say in person
RandomThis is just random thoughts that I need to say. Because my anxiety keeps me from saying them in person. This is anywhere between having a fangirl moment to being upset so be prepared.
