March 19th
I did absolutely nothing today. I moved not a single inch from my bed. I'm still sick from the night before, but not throwing up as violently or profusely. I fucked up and comepletely forgot that I had a session today and am reminded when Paul texts me. Asking where I am, I reply that I'm sick and just nonstop thowing up. He tells me to hang in there. I thought he was just telling me to hang in there, but I didn't realize that he meant "hang in there because I'm coming to help." He came over with soup and ice packs, as well as stayed with me and held my hand the whole afternoon, well into the evening. My parents offered to make him dinner, and he accepted. He left later that night, kissing me on the forehead and saying he'll text me when he's home. I fall asleep the second he texts me that he's home. I'm so grateful for him, it's unreal. Towards the middle of the night, when I wake up, I feel slightly better. I hope that doesn't happen again. Then again, who knows what stupid decision I'll make next? I'm full of them.
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Behind Blue Eyes
General FictionSamantha is on the cusp of turning 21. She is a budding young actress, but her mental illnesses are gripping their hold on her too tightly for her to handle. She makes a date to carry out something she's not sure she has the courage to follow throug...
