TGIA

Thank God I'm alive.

I ate a 3/4 or less packet of fries on monday, and I'm sick on tuesday.
Despite the feeble feeling in me, I still boarded the bus and train and head towards school.

After 2 hours of lesson, I finally gave up and came home. Like how super dumb.
I was on the train and I was had this vomit sensation. So I hold it in there, hold, hold, hold...
Hold until after I alight the bus I straight away vomitted on the grass. And it's all the gastric juices I vomitted out cause I didn't had breakfast. And tell you what, gastric juices taste exactly like non-sweetened lemonade! Hahaha.

So I lie on bed trying to fall asleep. And I started to think about what if I'm dead right now. I would have only 1 regret if I'm dead and I must remember to burn all my diaries before I'm dead. Haha.

Mummy came home and found out that I was sick and brought me to the doc.
38.9 degree celcius omg.
I don't even think that my fever was that high.

Now, I'm abstaining myself from fries.