09th Nov 2009
Monday // 11am // 2 years ago
hello world. this is me.
I went to the doctors yesterday before the show, and honestly the doctor had no clue. I had a better idea than what he did. He started of by taking my temperature then asking me questions he then got me to lie on the bed, which was so uncomfortable it hurt my back. He started poking at my tummy and I was just thinking why on earth is he doing that but whatever. He then proceeded to tell me that I have a virus and that the back of my throat is all red. Yes? duh I know its swollen. He then asked me how I knew it was swollen, and I said I knew because it hurt and I know what it feels like. So then he told me that I was to be a doctor. no thank-you. He never said anything about my weakness, tiredness or how my head hurts. I then went to the arena where my concert was last night. One of my dancers was feeling exactly like me and her doctor put it down to exhaustion. Why didn’t the doctor I went to tell me that? In fact how come I didn’t realize that myself. Anyways so now I’m chilling out, I’m so hungry but I just don’t feel like eating. My throat hurts like hell every time I cough and I cant be bothered doing my school work. I want my mom to make home made soup right now.
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I know I'm famous, but it still means that I am a walking person. I am in function. I have a face out there, and its the same face you see on TV only it's myself and who I am. I'm doing something while your doing something. Even if I'm resting or just sleeping. I'm out there. I'm not just a toy, that people like to play with. Tell things about me, that they think I can't feel or hear. But I'm not a toy. I don't want to be trashed in the end when it's old and worn out. Im human. Just like all of you. I am my own person. It's like i'm that puppet with strings. The media controls the strings and make me do stuff I'd never would've wanted to do. If you would all just leave me alone at times... Talk about me when I get the Nobel prize. Talk about me when I help out. Talk about me when I have achieved something. Talk about me when I did something good. Talk about me when I'm happy. Talk about me when I'm successful. But don't talk about me when I just broke up with my boyfriend. Don't talk about me when I just got cut of a show Don't talk about me when I am miserable. Don't talk about me when I'm trying on clothes in stores like a normal person. Don't talk about me when my life just went down the toilet. Don't talk about me when I said something that could be misunderstood. How come it's the bold information, they like to talk about? How come they only see the bad side of me? Why is me being hurt and thrashed more juicy than me being happy? If thats ALL you see in me, you should get a life.
