I just found a friend in one of your lies to treat me so nice.
Atlantic City was utterly fucking ridiculous. It was a complete disaster. First of all, within not even 15 minutes of being there, I was accused of stealing pills by my wonderful fucking Aunt Patti. Of course, I did not. It was totally fucked up and I am more than fucking shocked and insulted. I'm sick and tired of being treated like a fucking criminal. I don't give a shit that her 'illness' makes her psychologically fucked up. Whatfuckingever, man. That's bullshit. Anyway, soon afterwards, we all went out to a Chinese restaurant. As soon as I walked in the door, I felt really weird. I didn't eat and ended up puking in the bathroom. I felt like I was going to pass out, so I sat in the car for the rest of the time, with the heat blasting and a blanket covering me, freezing and shaking. Helene, Cat, and I drove home and I felt like I was dying the entire way home. When I arrived at home, I took my temperature and it was hovering around 103F. My fever broke during the night, which means I was sweating to the point my sheets were soaked and perspiration was dripping from my forehead. My temperature was normal at around 9AM, but now it has gone back up to around 102F. I feel like fucking shit. My gland on the left side of my throat is so swollen that I have reason to believe there is a small child growing inside of my neck. My entire body hurts. I have the worst headache I have ever had. My eyes hurt. I'm so weak that everytime I stand up, I am about three seconds away from passing out. I am guessing this is the flu or something like it. And it fucking sucks. I want someone to come over and eat jello with me.