Title says it all. Tuesday evening I started getting nauseous, and by midnight I'd puked out most of my stomach. The next day wasn't much better. Fever, fatigue, inability to eat anything except applesauce... it was a real blast. I was feeling a little better by Thursday, but I didn't want to leave the house. Same with Friday. I guess being cooped up inside gave me this sense of security that I didn't want to lose so quickly. I know I'm not really safe anywhere, but I can at least feel like I am.
Still, I'm not going to let this completely get me down. The Cultural Festival is today, and I'm going. I've missed school, I missed The Taming of the Shrew, and I'm not going to pour black paint over my life and shut everything out because I'm paranoid. Alright, admittedly, I'm terrified. I'm not going to let it defeat me so easily, I can't. It's bright outside, I'll be surrounded by people, and it's such a great experience.
I'm still wary though. If I see any of my friends, I don't want them to start asking questions. I've had to deal with enough 'worry' and 'care' from my parents. I don't trust them anyways. They're pretenders. I saw them laughing at me on Tuesday when I was leaving school... before I got sick. Like they knew. They were laughing.
I'm sorry I haven't posted to you for so long. I was sick... I wasn't exactly fit to pour out my thoughts to a computer screen. But I missed you. I'll be back later tonight.