So I guess it's time to blog again.
I'm sick, once again. Just a head cold this time. Not enough to get me out of school (trial exams any way), but enough to make me feel horrible.
Enough so, that the last thing I want to do is stand there, taking a "nice" family photo hearing mum tell me to "smile" when I already am. And it wasn't a generic, telling every one to smile type of "smile". It was a "Ben, smile." I am! That's how I fucking smile! I'm not standing there pouting, or glaring. I'm fucking smiling! And if I hear someone telling me to "toughen up, princess", I will break their fucking nose. I almost gave dad an early father's day present for it. It's either a nice photo of his 3 children, or an eldest son with a broken nose. That phrase shits me up the wall, and I'm sure that by the time my life is over, I will have killed someone over it. Every body has their trigger. For some people it's being called "chicken". For some people it's being called a "wimp". That's mine.
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Ugh. I feel horrible. I'm gonna go play WoW for a while.
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Erebus
Pursue the Darkness
