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I can't move my mouth one bit from this concave expression, my jaw is throbbing from being locked so long. God forbid I press play on that song. I want no interference from any of you, don't question my emotion. I've given myself a fever, and just can't wait to go to TAKS field testing tomorrow! Dear everything, start looking up again, because this is awful. I've been trying to just sleep this off, but when I lay down I quickly designate how desolate my bed is. It burns to close my eyes and everything won't stop shivering. I keep having these dizzy episodes where everything rocks back and forth, and I look like hell. Let's all hope I lose my appetite for a few months again. No, Gayle, I don't want any Gatorade. No, I don't want to talk about anything, what a fucking stupid question. It won't feel the same. I don't know how much more of a plunge my stomach can take, I want to know where the bottom is. Pay me no mind.