The Ripped Soul

Went to the doc's today since I couldn't take the pain any longer.

It got so bad that I couldn't even stand upright for 5 minutes.

Kidney infection. And the combo. Fever.

Fucccccck my life.

First question doc asks: "are you sexually active?"

No.

"Are YOU sexually active?"

(Jesus woman, I said no!) No, doc.

"You're sure?"

Well hey, I know that lots of kids my age ARE, but it doesn't mean that I am.

I hate infections for my life. They're a physical sort of suffering in silence. It's a bitch. I think I suffer in silence ENOUGH.. let alone physically.

Someone kill me. And by that, I mean take me away from this pain, from loneliness and misery.. and shower me with love and happiness.

Ha.