Wednesday, May 23, 2012

hundred-eightieth.

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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