In the Land of Shopping

This evening, I went to the shop. I have a few friends there, so I took my time having a good catch up.

Upon returning home, I immediately told Heather (who pictured me as a sexy umbreon in her first blog post today. Follow her. Trust me, she's frigging hilarious) what my booty was.

xkitourax 9:45 pm

    went to the shop to get dinner.
    Got:
    peanuts, popcorn, hot cross buns, chips, catmilk, coffee, toothpaste, batteries, asprin, band aids and fruit tingles.

Heatherfox Vickers 9:45 pm

    .....x3

So, upon looking at that shopping list, you could assume I'm a pretty damn usual teenager. A usual teenager that shops just before closing, and forgets to buy actual food, but yeah, I guess.

One of my shopfriends, Sean (whose name must be pronounced "seen"), asked me, "Why don't you go to school?"

I couldn't explain then and there, but I can now. I can't go to school because I am sick. I get bullied, and I am sick. There are days when I can't eat, and can barely stand. There are days when I see things that aren't there. I have a lot of old "war wounds" that get to me.

I can't work either. And that bothers me. Because I get so sick, I'm not much use to anyone. So what can I do with myself? What in the world is there for me to do?

 Fuckyeah!

EDIT: I forgot to upload some photos of what I wore. I wore a long-sleeved black and grey cardigan and my red coat over this, but they're less photogenic, so i took them off.

 And Sunday, who wanted to be held.

 My socks and shoes

 And my gloves and Matilda, who wanted to be held. :3