Being sick isn't at all fun.
When I got back into this, I made a deal with myself. I made a deal that I wasn't going to invest myself as much as I had done before. That this time, I was going to be okay. I was going to be perfect. And now I'm laying here in my bed, and you're gone again, I can't help but miss you so much it hurts. I hate that I love you so much that I want you here all the time. I hate missing you. Because missing you sucks. And now I haven't got a clue in the world when I'll get to see you next. And I hate not knowing.
I remember when you said that we'd run away together and you'd never let anything hurt me. That all we needed was each other, and nobody else. Because that's what love is. I wish we could do that.
I had an interesting conversation with my doctor today.
Doctor: "So, is there anything else I can help you with today?"
Me: "Yeah, I was just wondering, well every time I drink alcohol now, regardless of how much or how little it is, I get extremely sick and can't even keep water down for about 24 hours. Like, even if I just have one or two drinks I get sick. Could I be allergic to something in it, or is there anything to be done to find out what the problem is?"
Doctor: "Yeah, stop drinking."
Ah, well thanks for that. And you went to university for how many years for what exactly?
- Kate, smiley face.
Location:Beddies.
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