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first off my day started with my theory of rachel still hating me being proven. Then i had my doctors appointment today. Let's just say it didn't go well. She kept asking me a series of questions while doing exams and finally she said she was going to go out and get my dad. She comes back, talks to us some more, tells me i need to get some shots. So naturally i assume that she'd be coming back. Well another woman comes in, gives me the shots, and then says have a nice weekend and shows us out the door. I had no chance to ask about my sleeping problem which was the main reason i was there! of course on top of that i got the lovely news of "You're not going to grow any taller." So that pushed me over the edge of all the locked up frustration i had all week. long story short, I cried a little after she left the room while my dad was there, and I still want to cry now. Obviously who ever is reading this is thinking height isn't a big deal, but to me it really is. And it's not just the height, it's that on top of everything that's been going on with rachel as well. But yea the reason why height is so important to me is because I'm 5'2" and my parents are 5'10" and 5'11". Obviously i got the short genes...and I NEVER had the major growth spurt that everyone is supposed to get at some point and I really feel like i've been robbed because of that. With the way i was raised, being below average is not okay. I use that concept for EVERYTHING. I know i just cause problems for myself by doing that but i can't just change what i think and what i feel. I'm an extremely stubborn person and I refuse to believe I won't grow anymore. I am dedicated to growing taller(even if it's just to 5'3" wink and I won't give up on it until I graduate from college.
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