I'm broken.
I've had a lot of fun this past week. But the past two days just canceled out the fun.
Yesterday, I threw up all over my self and my room. It was pretty sick. I had to clean it up, too. Ew. I felt better.... but then when I was in town at Hospice, I threw up again.
I didn't feel well when I got home, so I went to sleep at like 11:30 or something. I woke up a couple times with my left eye feeling really weird. Finally at 10, I got out of bed to look in the mirror to see what was wrong. It's all puffy. I think it's infected. It hurts... Blah.
Throwing up... my eye... feeling like crap. Friday, I twisted both ankles. I hit my head twice yesterday. Once on my dresser, then again on a brick wall. It's a bunch of signs. I know it.
I miss Shawn so much. I get to see him on Friday, but that's just no soon enough for me. Ugh.
I'm broken.
I need fixed.
No more stuff that's not needed.
Seriously. I sware to it right now.