I feel like crap...woke up sore throat, sneezing, and was just fatigued with muscles being sore. I stay home, and my parents, when they get home, tell me i have to go to school tomorrow. Not even a how are you feeling, i told my mom what i feel like and she thinks i am making it up or that i can just brush it off! I FEEL LIKE CRAP! IT ISNT SOMETHING I CAN JUST SHAKE OFF! I DONT CONTROL WHAT BACTERIA OR VIRUS DECIDES TO HIT ME! I have had a headache today to add it it all, and the dry mouth from my anti-depress(Didnt help the sore throat). I have been gargling saltwater every hour, and drinking milk today, and toke some tylenol. And yet still i feel like crap. I dont mind staying home, even with my dwindling absences in school. I mean if i feel like this tomorrow and stay home she will say, you are going to fail, and not even think about taking it seriously. I just hate this, all it is doing is feeding into my depression and making me worse. Does she think i enjoy staying home? Being board? falling behind in school? not going out because i feel like crap! You cant just get over something like *BAM*, it takes time. Right now i am just pissed off about it, both my parents dont understand what i deal with and will always treat it like i am making it up, i am just sick of it.
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