oh... you know what... eff you
excuse my language, i'm in pain and pain = potty mouth, ALWAYS. i think it's therapeutic. the strength of the word somehow makes the pain less in my mind.
anyway, my fucking stomach is killing me once more, i wouldn't mind only the first time if hurt like this i find i had pay something in the region of 230 000 pesos in hospital treatment. the second time i had to suffer the embarassment of telling my sexual partners i may have chlamydia and or gonorrhea.... for fucks sake will someone just take a proper look at my stomach and tell me what the fuck is going on because this is NOT fun. i feel actually, LITERALLY crippled. i can't bloody walk, i can't sit up - i can barely type properly. i'm in front of my cousins laptop, on the floor, in the recovery position, waiting on her best friend to come running around with tylenol.
that's right, i am willingly taking medication. no, i'm williningly taking medication that isn't even fucking legal in the UK. so. what.
and then to top it all off, i have a weeping rash on my side from fuck knows where. a doctors appointment in an hour, how i'm going to stomach the pain to take a shower is beyond me...
and my bus pass runs out today. i have 18 pound to my name. the world pisses me off right now because... they must have some other way of letting me survive in this world, real talks. i feel to punch something, unfortunately rachel the cripple is in no position to move to something punchable. UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
anyway, my fucking stomach is killing me once more, i wouldn't mind only the first time if hurt like this i find i had pay something in the region of 230 000 pesos in hospital treatment. the second time i had to suffer the embarassment of telling my sexual partners i may have chlamydia and or gonorrhea.... for fucks sake will someone just take a proper look at my stomach and tell me what the fuck is going on because this is NOT fun. i feel actually, LITERALLY crippled. i can't bloody walk, i can't sit up - i can barely type properly. i'm in front of my cousins laptop, on the floor, in the recovery position, waiting on her best friend to come running around with tylenol.
that's right, i am willingly taking medication. no, i'm williningly taking medication that isn't even fucking legal in the UK. so. what.
and then to top it all off, i have a weeping rash on my side from fuck knows where. a doctors appointment in an hour, how i'm going to stomach the pain to take a shower is beyond me...
and my bus pass runs out today. i have 18 pound to my name. the world pisses me off right now because... they must have some other way of letting me survive in this world, real talks. i feel to punch something, unfortunately rachel the cripple is in no position to move to something punchable. UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!