i woke up early in the morning today in intervals of neverending pain. that is no over-exaggeration of the actual experience. it started at around 1 am, where i was crying and moaning and cursing, asking god why i felt the way i felt. i was seriously hurting that much, and no matter what i did, it wouldn't go away. my mom finally came at 5 am and she massaged my feet. lord jesus, i didn't want her to leave me, but she had to. she gave me two ibuprofen and milk for the pain before she left for work. i felt so helpless. i thought i wasn't going to go school.

but i did go to school. i came, i saw, and i conquered this day of april fool's, 2003. not really. but i celebrate being foolish everyday, so what does it matter?