Well, I'm in bed sick with probably my 2nd cold of this year. Could be worse, i suppose. I had one for three months straight during the beginning of winter. I thought now was a perfect time to update my journal because I've been in bed all day...and can't sleep anymore. I hate my immune system. I blame it on workplace/life stress.

Life has been less than wonderful. Lost 2 of my best friends, lost my grandma, and now my other grandma I saw on the weekend in the hospital is worse because of blood clots. A bunch of other issues, unimportant. Sometimes I wonder, does god really hate me? Then I keep telling myself, there's no reason to pity yourself when others have gone through so much more. I'm remaining positive on the outside, I guess that's all I can do. Otherwise, the only thing I look forward at the moment is when my sweet-heart texts me in the morning and sleep. Despite everything, I'd rather remain positive then anything. I dislike most attention and I dislike fake/sympathetic people. As my A30 English teacher said, sympathy is nothing more than saying, "I feel sorry for you, but I'm glad it's not happening to me".

Sorry I guess I'll be more positive next time. I don't know. Maybe I should take a trip somewhere. Kaila invited me to Ottawa, I think I should go.