I was ok until about 5pm...

[ljgeoff]

oh, ghaah, I am so sick of feeling like shit. I'm nauseous and my brain wants to dribble out my eyeballs. And I'm so fucking tired. damn.

I'm at work, at the art monitor's job, and I want to scream "Go home! What's wrong with you people!" I went into the bathroom and met myself in the wall-long mirrors. God, is that me? What a trainwreck. Sunken eyes, sagging skin -- I think I look worse than I feel. It is times like this that I think that there is just no way I can do this. It's too much. It's too hard. I want to run away, forget everything --

I know that this will pass; well, I have to believe that it will. If my damned, damned head would just stop hurting.

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*hugs & tissues*