SOS

I feel as if I can't write anything even midly entertaining/witty/worth any lols whatsoever, maybe because I'm on the verge of going into some state of insanity with this ridiculous illness I've had for five days and haven't seen my friends at all AT ALL. I feel like pure and utter shit.
The only plus side of being off school is Jeremy Kyle and Loose Women, which makes me think that to leave school at 16 and have no job and probably just live of benefits of whatever wouldn't be so bad.

I want someone at my beck and call with smoothies and chocolate and lucozade and ice cream, any offers let me know please, I'll repay you in a karaoke performance of Bon Jovi or something.

So basically over the past five days the most exciting thing that's happend to me is M.I.A retweeted me gfuiwhbgibrfinearlycried.

Mega small, click to see the proudest moment of my twitter life YA

Because of my current death like state I think it's highly unlikely I'll be able to go to school in my totally bangin' sports relief outfit, or go to my friends party which I was planning on wearing a tiger kigu to, my life is officially shit and over if I don't recover over night.

This was me before I caught the plague, enthusiasm in sports wear.

If anyone has any tips or remedies to make me feel less poo like they'd be much appreciated.

Robyn x

PS, I won't be suprised if you don't ever want to hear from me again after the sweatband photo