Woa hello

Today was hella tiring. Full day of classes, I smoked three times, no time for food. Got home, ate ton of chips. Wore goodwill shoes, real snake skin, feet hurt. Constipated. More social, have friends in classes. Dressed like a cat, got comments. Yeaaa

This is probably the best photo of me

So two Fridays ago I started taking antibiotics for strep throat. This Friday a rash wildly appeared, and turns out I’m allergic to penicillin. When to urgent care, got a shot and some meds. I got worse on Saturday, went to another urgent care, got different meds. Today, instead of spots, I had blothches of merged spots on my stomach, back, arms, and my legs were getting worse as well. They were also redder and purple/gray in some areas. Went to the ER, got two shots, fainted, went home and slept. So I think the steroids I got helped since my skin’s a bit paler, but still hurts like hell. It also looks like someone punched me in the eyes.

My moms keeps saying I could have died… thank you.

lol I’m actually painting…. can this be considered painting

V__V shame

this is me and my brother Kacper

<3

this is me downstairs

I moved my computer downstairs for various reasons, but yea, change of scenery.

I was supposed to hang out with a girl I met but I haven’t heard from her since noon ;__;

sadness…

this is me tonight

So, I don’t know… I’m feeling shitty again, not sure how I managed not to sleep in sorrow today. I need to intake at a clinic soon cause my meds are running out. I probably need a dosage increase anyway. Also, the dentists don’t accept my insurance anymore, so that happened. I don’t know what else… I discovered a jar of nutella in the cupboards so I might survive.

I need forty dollars for this weekend and I might be happy. I just need forty dollars. I need it.

I don’t feel like writing about my shit life. I  just don’t do anything. That days are blending together and time is passing my passively. It’ll continue on until summer, and then I will embark on a journey of self discovery and tears at the magnitude of my false self awareness.