The art of sweeping it under the rug
i spent all yesterday vomiting breakfast and the hot dog from the night before. Im pretty sure it gave me botulism or ecoli or food poisoning in the very least so now im on a massive wildcat strike against street meat and possibly bacon bits but im still looking into that.
i haven't gone to school yet although im feeling better now. i've found myself doing this more and more lately, i mean absolutely nothing. more and more nothing. it's terrible but i dont got anything to hold onto and however positive i am i'm still finding a stunning lack of inspiration.
it may also be because i've been bleeding for 18 days now and that plus the food poisoning plus the overall overworked underwhelmed unhealthy portrait i paint for myself and the uncontrollable stomache cramps and the mood swings and the lack of bright green colours in the trees it all just keeps reminding me of death or dying.
i've never felt more tired or apathetic in my entire life.
i haven't gone to school yet although im feeling better now. i've found myself doing this more and more lately, i mean absolutely nothing. more and more nothing. it's terrible but i dont got anything to hold onto and however positive i am i'm still finding a stunning lack of inspiration.
it may also be because i've been bleeding for 18 days now and that plus the food poisoning plus the overall overworked underwhelmed unhealthy portrait i paint for myself and the uncontrollable stomache cramps and the mood swings and the lack of bright green colours in the trees it all just keeps reminding me of death or dying.
i've never felt more tired or apathetic in my entire life.