[WARNING: This chapter contains writings about sickness and vomit. Do not proceed if this grosses you out.]
Yes, five o'clock murder. Of my stomach. I'm sick and grumpy and hungry. I had woken up at five and felt like absolute shit. I stayed in bed for a couple of moments to see if it would pass, then rushed to the bathroom and puked, luckily, into the toilet. First time through, it was just mucus. Second and third times I was just dry-heaving. I feel back asleep at 6, and woke up again at around 8:30 and ate some toast. Here we are now!
I'm going back to watching hot butler fights and feeling bad about myself. Fucking ass of a digestive system won't calm the fuck down for five minutes.
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Journal of Bullshit
AléatoireBruh it's literally what's happening in my bullshit life what else do you need from me
