Guilt Trip City

I forever question people's ability within sex and nutrition and first aid education to make you feel like shit for existing. If i'm not belittled for being sexually aware from the waist down i'm spurned for not knowing how to perform CPR or go a whole day without eating something i actually like the taste of and doesn't close-resemble rabbit food.

In the space of 1 hour periods i was made to feel like the fact i'm even breathing is a crime. I merely instigated the legal stipulation behind voluntary medical acceptance of a cardiac-arrest victim and the help-whore suggested i'd mug the poor bastard lying on their deathbed with no intention of pumping their chest until they cough up a lung or something. I'm sorry patron saint of CPR i didn't realise having interest in something was a fucking crime? Maybe if i ever come across you dying of a heart attack i'll choke you a little bit and see whether you want to sue me then?

I made it more than obvious i was sexually liberated in the 'having it' session, not only did i win at putting the condom on 'percy the penis'(wtf?) but i aptly named myself Jessica Jism and continued to get every question right, if i didn't sound like the biggest slut in there then i'm the medical response's biggest fan.

It was a sucky day, not even a massive meal with dessert made it better. My sister is leaving for her holiday tomorrow and i can honestly say i'm gonna miss her a little bit? Am i losing my touch? I don't think so, i took it into my own hands to verbally abuse my football coach earlier.

i don't want to sleep alone tonight.