dear (k)you,
so today i woke up from a very bad case of stomachache and to a very bad case of headache. and it sucks. i can't even relax properly with this throbbing behind my eyes. i refuse to believe it's migraine, since i don't get those.
anyway. it's my last two weeks before i dive into depression hell once again. my "plan" for this vacation was a total bust, like i ever expected it to work anyway.
you're doing well i suppose. i've actually stopped looking for news about you. i'm just scared of what i might find out. i like you best in my head anyway.
wtf. that's just some scary stalker thoughts.
it's the acetaminophen talking. (yeah, oldest trick in the book -- blame it on the drugs)
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