My week and day.
So, today I woke up, with horrible stomach pains, and practically feeling like I had to get sick. Its in my lower right ovary. So, with my wonderful luck of losing the one person I truely and deeply loved, almost getting fired, having a flat tire, and than blacking out from not eating for 4 days and almost hitting a tree; All in 1 week and 1 day apart from each other. It seems as if, throwing the possiblity of having a cyst on my ovary wouldn't sound half bad. Actually, it'd make my fucking week even better. On the brighter side, today I'm going to the Keith Urban and Taylor Swift concert with my sister and her husband and her friend, also getting my nails done. It seems like the little things, like getting your nails done when you feel completely like shit makes you feel better. All I want to do now is sleep, not eat, and get sick and go to the bathroom. My nerves are all over the place from being broken up with Chris. All I do is cry, and than throw up because I cough so hard that it makes me gag and I throw up. I've never been this depressed before. I've never once thought about killing myself surprisingly. I hope that if I would've hit that tree, he would have felt so guilty and bad.