this is the point where I want to cry because it's been made obvious that I really am sick... couldn't even sleep because breathing is too uncomfortable... and so it begins
I feel horrible.... throat feels awful since yesterday so I might be getting sick, ear is being stupid so I've been half deaf in one ear for over a week, and I injured my foot on shit my mother left in the hall
I want to live somewhere clean... I wish that wasn't too much to ask for. growing up with a hoarder has been the worst. everything is filthy. if I move anything, the dust I breathe in hurts my chest.
I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to have a nice birthday because I've been in such a severe depression lately, but thanks to some friends, yesterday was really nice I was happy