lylee

had my surgery..went ok

in recovery they were worried about me. my heart rate dropped and so did my blood pressure. when finally came around my friend who took me was there. I guess i asked for him? i dunno..it sucked and i kept getting sick. the first time i went i had to be helped to the bathroom..i couldnt walk but i insisted on going..

second time i could do it myself without falling...but they made me keep the door unlocked. i didnt care, i was puking my guts out..but then mid-barf the nurse asks how i am..i guess she nearly came in cuz i didnt answer right away. thank god she didnt

so yeah

im in a shitty fucking mood right now. and you know what? I think people who like to dictate your life to you are idiots. i'll do what i fucking want to do, thank you very much...

i really wish i could be destructive right now...i wanna go blow up pumpkins or something

anyways..im done for now