11.13.2008

don't read these words.

sicksicksick
sickysickysick
siiiiiiiiiick.

IreallywishIfeltbetter.Ihateblowingmynosesomuchthatitisraw.
IhatehavingtotakebreakswhilechewingsoIcanbreathe.
grossgrossgrossgrossgross.



I think all these different meds are making me crazy.  But it's not hard.  I mean, I've always been dancing on the pin head of mental stability, I was bound to lose a step sometime and come tumbling down.  Whyyyyyy.  Ugh.  



This is what I do when I'm sick.  Lame.

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