Well, I don't think that there's anything wrong with my chest. I got an x-ray last Friday morning, before I went to school. I hate hospitals. Well, it's not so much that I hate them it's...well, I don't really know what it is. I'm not exactly /afraid/ of hospitals. I don't really hate them, either, because I know what's being done to me is ultimately going to help me in the end. But when I go to hospitals or to the docters, I cry. I cry and cry and cry. I don't know why I cry. I mean, the docters are very nice and understanding. The last two times I went to the docters, I didn't cry. Almost did last time, but I didn't. I was determined not to cry at the hospital last week, but I did anyway. I cried and cried. I closed all the stalls in the changing place where I was pacing because I couldn't stand to see myself cry. I cried halfway to school, too. Didn't cry at school, though, because school isn't a hospital, now, is it. But anyway, I have to head back to History last. Adieu, mes amies, 'til we speak again. . Rosie.
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