the thing is, is that i hate you all
nah, not so much.
my fucking guts are killing me. this is not the normal period drama that comes every month. actually, my normal period death sensations haven't even had a chance to surface because of these pains i've been having. it's like i'm having contractions. it's gotta be the worst pain i've ever felt and really nothing i do makes it any better. i didn't go to work becuase i was afraid of throwing up all over someone or falling down from the crippling pain or infecting some senior citizen with a miscellaneous stomache bug that they won't have the immune system to fight. plus i can barely move. i was feeling a little better earlier, but i made the mistake of trying to eat something and now i want to die again. it's the kind of pain that wakes you up and keeps you up from 4 in the a.m. on. it hurts so much i want to cry and then pass out.
please make it stop. where's my michael? i need to put my head in his lap and have him ask me: "is there anything i can do to make it better baby? just tell me what to do." ohh how i love him. jobey, mammadukes, and bear have been very concerned i must admit. doting and suggesting. i just want to sleep.
please don't keep me up guts, please.
i might just die and that wouldn't be so bad. . .
my fucking guts are killing me. this is not the normal period drama that comes every month. actually, my normal period death sensations haven't even had a chance to surface because of these pains i've been having. it's like i'm having contractions. it's gotta be the worst pain i've ever felt and really nothing i do makes it any better. i didn't go to work becuase i was afraid of throwing up all over someone or falling down from the crippling pain or infecting some senior citizen with a miscellaneous stomache bug that they won't have the immune system to fight. plus i can barely move. i was feeling a little better earlier, but i made the mistake of trying to eat something and now i want to die again. it's the kind of pain that wakes you up and keeps you up from 4 in the a.m. on. it hurts so much i want to cry and then pass out.
please make it stop. where's my michael? i need to put my head in his lap and have him ask me: "is there anything i can do to make it better baby? just tell me what to do." ohh how i love him. jobey, mammadukes, and bear have been very concerned i must admit. doting and suggesting. i just want to sleep.
please don't keep me up guts, please.
i might just die and that wouldn't be so bad. . .