I wouldn’t believe it, I wouldn’t receive it.

Like usual, I’m sick.

I remember I used to get so sick so often when I was little.
And not just cold sick, but bad sick.
I hate it, but my immune system’s always been very weak.

I got a part in the musical after all.
Not a singing part, but a speaking part, nonetheless.
Which is fine by me.

Today’s Jake’s mom’s birthday.
I wanted to tell her happy birthday, but Jake’s phone is off.

So now, I’m listening to Sufjan and waiting for my momma to get back.
Maybe she’ll fix me some soup.

Hasta pasta.