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Saturday, January 30, 2010
/ -jay sean, "do you remember"
Today, I wasn't myself. I was helpless and awful and restless and nauseous and selfish and sickly and whatever worst you can think of.. The night before I hadn't had a good nights sleep. I was too busy minding my churning stomach and facing the contents of my stomach I'd forcefully vomit out on the toilet floor the next minute. The feeling was horrible and Momma got worried just now because all I managed to do was doze off. An example: I'd go to the kitchen to force myself some food, I'd took a few bites and dozed off right there on the chair. It was really tiring. I learned that spilling yours guts out takes a lot of energy.
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