May 16th 2012
Head aching stomach quaking.
Stomach sick. Not a bug.
What did I do? What did I say?
Replaying the night over
did I embarrass him? I embarrassed myself
why did I do that? Why did I say that? Why did I drink?
It will all be okay, you didn't do anything wrong, you didn't embarrass yourself
My stomach doesn't believe me. Still clenched up tight as a nut, too tight for food, too tight for sleep, gonna be sick
Gross. I feel icky.
Icky from the inside out. Can't think of anything else, just the night
My thoughts a revolving door with no exit
Gross. Icky. Shame.