Hmm I feel a lot better, I had 4 crackers with some cheese and the stomach didn't protest. My sweet little sister has brought me a face mask because my face looked like a battlefield that had been overcome by sickness, I'm hoping I will look better in a few hours. I don't understand the world, why make people look like crap when they are sick. The last thing you want is an ugly face as you're already feeling miserable. Anyhow, I'm being an old nag. Probably because I'm dead bored and I also want cheese sauce on my broccoli. But cheese sauce is not good for my sick stomach and stomach, those were the wise words of my stepmother.
Monday I got the crazy idea that I want to write to prisoners, a friend of mine gave me a website. I read and studied teh website, and hell yeah I wanna do this. Gotta pick someone right, and then we'll see. I'm going to do a project around it for school, and it wil open up my small minded world.
Haha my dad is a real bully, the whole night I was sick to death, then at 5 in the morning I can finally take a nap. So my dad decided to put my bra on my head and takes pictures of me. The silly idiot, I'm so fucking glad I'm home. Being sick alone in my studio in Antwerp, that was like a nightmare.
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