I'm a robot?

   My apologies if none of this makes sense. My dad finally got me cough medicine and it's making me loopy. I'm not robotripping (like my dad happened to warn me about as he gives me a dose of the medicine...yes, really)(Or as the title suggests) but I'm pretty out of it. But I feel like I need to say something while I'm in this state. Maybe looking back on it will bring forth some amazing revelation i wouldn't have had otherwise.

   I've been sick for like, four days now. It's been pretty miserable. Especially when I've gone from being extremely depressed to the point of suicidal before my period, to the strongest man in my life calling me crying about how terrible his life is (and it is pretty miserable...), to being sick as a freaking dog.
  I've still been having some fun though. We're making cookies in culinary class. I'm making a french tuile cookie. I'm glad I'm finally learning how to make something. I'm the kind of person who messes up making macaroni. It's pretty sad.
  I found a cool quote today. Well, I guess my brother did actually. "Drop the idea that you're Atlas, carrying the world on your shoulders. The world would go on even without you. Don't take yourself so seriously." I can't remember who said it or where it came from, but I wish I could believe it more. I know the world could go on without me, but everything that happens to me seems to be the biggest thing ever. I'm tired of feeling like the world is about me. It's annoying. I'm not that important at all. In fact, I hate me. I'm pretty messed up. But we won't go into all that right now. I'm just tired of feeling like the world's on my shoulders.
  Uhm...I feel like there was a lot more important things i was going to share but I can't remember. I'm about to go curl up in my cozy bed and let all the medicine take over. Here's hoping I don't wake up tomorrow without my voice again. If any of you that read this go to school with me, ask me how my cookies turned out. Maybe I'll give you one. Maybe. haha. Night all.