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I can't see straight. My head hurts- this pressure builds behind my eyes- and I want to shut my eyes for sleeping.
I may have spent the later part of my afternoon slumped over on the couch, because I just really did not want to move. I couldn't breathe and couldn't stop. Then I ate some pasta with cheese and felt better enough to come back to work- but the pressure behind my eyes just comes back and back and back again.
I was told that I sucked, and that I was always melodramatic. And angry and bitter. I retorted with bombs such as insecurity, bad tastes in the opposite sex, a constant need for approval, unfullfilled potential, etc etc. I'm of the opinion that it takes one headcase to point out another, Friend. But things will get better. You'll learn to make pizzas, and I'll learn to enjoy them.
If someone could just photoshop/windows paint me a picture of a dinosaur riding a bicycle down a skate ramp while wearing one of those duo-sippy-helmets full of Shasta, then I'm sure that I would feel much better.