Offs.

Apparently Gran's brain is getting restricted blood flow due to her thyroid medication. Now, she's been taking that stuff for as long as I can remember. Why the hell would it affect her now? Stupid doctors not wanting to accept that she has a fucking problem because then she'd be their problem. Grr.

Things have been really patchy with Francis, but he's going for anger management, because he actually drove me to the point where I was going to swallow a load of weedkiller.

Becca and Jake have been patchy too, I feel awful because they're really good for each other, and I'm friends with them both. I don't like seeing them angry and hurt with each other. =/

Haven't blogged in a while. It's all really really hectic right now, what with Gran, Dad, TJ's adoption going through, exam stress, looking for a house, getting ready to leave school...

Dear God why?

EXAMSTRESS!!!

The teachers are telling us to start revising, then piling homework on us that has nothing to do with revision... Qu'est ce que le point?

I'm under so much stress tbh. Gran's ill, Dad's depressed/stressed/volatile, exam stress. I'm going to fail. I haven't done any of the course, and the stress/depression/bullying by teachers and students alike is really bothering me.

Why do they care if I'm engaged? They don't know me.

New Year... New Illness?

Diabetes? How odd. I suppose it fits. The constant thirst, the tiredness, the weight loss, though I'm eating a helluva lot more. The craving for sugary drinks, and savoury food. I've completely gone off sweet foods. They just make me feel sick half the time.

Went to the doctors today. He was a complete asshole.
I FUCKING HATE DR OSTROWSKIE. HE COULDN@T JUST TAKE A BLOOD SUGAR TEST, OH NO! Big fucking needle to the elbow. Wouldn't stop bleeding.And then he shouted at me for smoking, even though the rest of the doctors have told me it's not a good idea just yet due to all the stress.And then he fucking attacks me with a fucking flu jab. THE BASTARDING PRICK! The results won't come back until Monday now. Which means if I do have it, I'll have to be dragged outta school... Deep joys..."It's very unlikely..." WELL THE OPTICIAN TOLD ME TO GET CHECKED OUT, AND I HAVE ALL THE SYMPTOMS ASSHOLE!!! GRR.