it's shitty ass to

1) deal with sunday night blues
2) be alone in this bloody room
3) have a report due at 11.59pm
4) have extremely shitty stomach cramps
5) and feel alone

stomachs don't have brave fronts. they tear down everything.

roar.

i just crawled up in bed fighting back tears. couldn't get out of bed at all!

feeling better now, so back to the darn report.

(thank you for calling up to check on me :))

call me miss negativity. i hate sunday nights.