the devil and God are raging inside me
happy thanksgiving?
well, it was.
until i got sick.
went to bed at eleven.
woke up like one-ish.
resided in the bathroom til 6 am, throwing up my soul.
i honestly threw up like 30 times.
i literally wanted to die.
i have never been that miserable in my life.
dad and evan both slept threw the whole ordeal and had no idea i was plotting ways to die on the bathroom floor.
we were supposed to leave that friday morning.
not so much.
i couldn't do anything except moan and sleep.
i had like a cup of water, a cup of gatorade and some saltine crackers.
people just looking at me made me nausous.
ick.
so now it's sunday.
i went to bed at 630 last nite.
i still feel like shit.
i'm afraid to go to work tomorrow because doing calls scares me.
erin says i should become a relationship counselor.
i should.
i missed seeing all my friends that i was so excited to see.
my life is trash.
well, it was.
until i got sick.
went to bed at eleven.
woke up like one-ish.
resided in the bathroom til 6 am, throwing up my soul.
i honestly threw up like 30 times.
i literally wanted to die.
i have never been that miserable in my life.
dad and evan both slept threw the whole ordeal and had no idea i was plotting ways to die on the bathroom floor.
we were supposed to leave that friday morning.
not so much.
i couldn't do anything except moan and sleep.
i had like a cup of water, a cup of gatorade and some saltine crackers.
people just looking at me made me nausous.
ick.
so now it's sunday.
i went to bed at 630 last nite.
i still feel like shit.
i'm afraid to go to work tomorrow because doing calls scares me.
erin says i should become a relationship counselor.
i should.
i missed seeing all my friends that i was so excited to see.
my life is trash.