I-I-I I've got a migraine
And my pain will range from up, down, and sideways
Thank God it's Friday cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays
'Cause Sundays are my suicide days - Twenty-øne piløts, Migraine.
Sick, eat, sick, tv, bed. On and on. It lasts about two whole weeks. Eating starts to feel pointless when it's just coming back up and sleep is not so much sleep but cold sweats and tossing and turning. It wasn't bulimic, just psychotic and I couldn't stop it. I didn't even leave the house. On the fifteenth day someone texted me.
Meagan: hey, you still exist?
I replied almost immediately.
Me: yeah think so. U ok?
Meagan: this may sound stupid but I'm missing u.
My heart skipped a beat.
Meagan: Can we meet up? One of my fav bands R performing tonight and my friend couldn't make it. Wanna go?
I told her I would meet her there at six. It was currently 4:30. Time for a shower.
I stood under the hot spray, nourishing my hair with shampoo. I was surprised when I started humming. Then it broke into a song. My song.
"Honey is for bees, silly bear
Besides, there's jelly beans everywhere
It's not what it seems in the land of dreams
Don't worry your head just go to sleep
It doesn't matter how you feel
Life is just a Ferris wheel
It's always up and down
Don't make a sound
When you wake up the world will come around
When you wake up the world will come around!" I laughed hysterically.
I met her at 10 past. I'm always late. I just seen to forget the time or maybe this time it was because I was making more of an effort than usual...
She was standing by the vending machines, head bowed, checking her phone. It illuminated her face, and for a second I thought she was secretly an angel.
"Erm, hi?" She looked up and frowned at me. I snapped out of my trance and tried unsuccessfully to disguise the drool coming from my open mouth. I'd combed back my fringe, ironed a shirt and even chosen some suitable jeans for once, not skinnies.
"Hi." I smiled shyly. What is wrong with me?
"You always late?"
"Yeah sorry."
"Na it's fine. Have you heard of this band before? All Time Low?"
She had to shout over the crowd. I told her I hadn't.
"You're gonna love them."
She grabs my hand and pulls me into the already heaving concert.
I sure hoped so.
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