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I finally ate something more than a piece of bread after two days of barely eating anything. I guess it was too much for me, I threw up a little while after. They say "what doesn't kill you will only make you stonger" then why is my body getting worse despite my efforts in keeping it in good condition. I have good hygene, I take vitamins, and I do a shitload of other girly things to keep myself looking presentable, but it all seems to be getting worse.
Entropy in action. Brillant.
Maybe I should take time off from work and go to a doctor. The last time I went, he told me that my iron levels were pretty low and that I should be taking a vitamin suppliment, maybe what I am taking is not enough, who knows. Looks like another blood test is needed perhaps, I have been feeling lethargic lately, but that could be due to work, school and other stresses.
Or perhaps people are getting their wish, I'm dying on the inside, so yeah, ten points for the people in the back with pitchforks.
During the course of writing this entry, I've been feeling rather low, not depressed as of yet, but just low in spirits, or dispirited. (pwnage) Sometimes I feel like I'm not supposed to feel good about myself, there is always someone there to tell me I shouldn't be so egotistical. I know, I know, I shouldn't listen to what people say, but its kinda hard not to. It puts a damper on my good feeling and makes me think, "perhaps my place is not up "here" but down below in the corner." I've given up on being a b***h about it, since it gets me nowhere.
Come to think of it, perhaps a few people are right about me. I'm nothing special, just a disgusting b***h per se. I have more enemies than friends, even though I can only name a few, but it seems that more of them are coming out of the woodwork. People I've never met, nor talked to but seem to hate me as if they've known me since childhood. Maybe they are right, and I am wrong. But that doesn't mean I will mold to their liking, it just means that I won't have a good amount of people liking me as opposed to spitting on my grave. Not that it matters much, at least I know when I die there will be people present.
Its just sad, I'm just sad, and that itself is just sad. I should be the happy-gp-lucky person I normally am, but...it just doesn't feel right.
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