complaints as if i got it bad

I'm mad that Allex got me sick. Not mad at Allex, but that I had to be sick at THIS time, when I have so much stuff to stress about.
I'm sad that John doesn't seem to care about me being sick.
I'm terrified that tomorrow I'll be even sicker and won't be able to go to the carnival or the LA County Fair for Beeken.
I'm worried that I won't be able to go to school on Monday, when I have a CCC meeting, and Tuesday when there's a class council meeting.
I'm frustrated that I still have a few surprises to plan.
I'm furious that I still have my English Honors Project to work on.

Oh, please, kill me.