I'm so sick right now it's not funny. I keep clearing my throat and getting this chunky crap. I guess it means i'm getting better, but it's just disgusting to have to keep spitting it out. Well, not much is really been happening. It's a 3 day weekend and I just wasted today sleeping and I'll prolly finish the day off by sleeping till tomorrow. I'm a little zonked right now. I've been think about a lot of things lately. More so I've been thinking about my friends and which of them are truely friends and which of them I think are my freinds. And from my thinking, I think I truely have maybe 2 or 3 friends at school and 2 that are in E-vile (yes that's Tim and Jess in e-vile). I know this is very morbid to think this way, especially in my Senior year of high school, being by my supposed friends, but I can't help thinking this way. What if I were to die tomorrow, would those that I'm not sure about, run to my side or even notice that i'm gone? Would they stop their lives to go to my funeral? Or would they say, "well she never really meant anything to me"? I know this isn't a healthy way of thinking, but it's what my mind is saying to me. Another thing, with Jess's cat, Kisses, being sick it made me think of Tuffy and made me wonder whether she will be around when I graduate. She's about 13 years old and she having lots of trouble walking around. some days she groans all the time, and other days she running arond like she were a pup again. I'd hate to see the day that she leaves us, because I know Hoover, her daughter, will be heart broken. I don't think Hoover will be able to handle it when Tuffy leaves us. I've been trying to tell Mom and Dad that when Tuffy leaves, well have to get another dog to replace her so Hoover won't be alone but they won't listen. I know Hoover isn't then nicest thing in the world, but she has feelings too and if Tuffy were to die, Hoover will be just as upset as I will be and she'll need someone to take Tuffy's place, though no dog will ever be able to replace Tuffy. She'll more or less need someone else she can spend her day with and play with. *cries a little* well I'm gonna go before I start bawling my eyes out and then mom asks wants wrong. later