So today I was sick. Thrice. On the floor of my bedroom and eachtime I managed to miss the perfectly good bowl that my mum had placed on my bedside table for me. And then I had to call for my dad to clean it up because I honestly couldn’t move without vomiting.

I hate being sick.

But honestly, I guess I’m lucky because I’m not so sick that my hair falls out and I vomit blood. I need some perspective. I read a beautiful story online about 8 year old, Milly who got a life threatening disease. Somebody underneath had posted “Hahaha, that’s so funny, she should just go die, she looks like an alien.”

I’m sorry, what? Go die? Some people honestly make me so angry and sick at how insensitive an up their arses they are. It makes me want to hunt them down and throw an axe at them. And I’m not a violent person. Not really…

Anyway, to sum up, respect your life and respect others. It’s not even hard to. When I have a problem, I take a really long bath. When I’m sick, I try and get better. I hate missing school in all honesty, you have so much shit to catch up on afterwards. Especially as AS.

And to all you haters, if you have nothing pleasant or useful to say—don’t say it.