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GUESS WHAT!?
I woke up on the day before thanksgiving with a headache. Okay, what-fucking-ever, but OH GOOD GOD NO- It was a fucking f e v e r. Okay, I felt a little better that night and decided it was gonna pass by fast.
N O O F C O U R S E N O T !
The next day it just got worse. And finally, when it was time to eat, I was brought down, and I couldn't eat. Okay, so my dad gave me niquill, of which I nearly threw it up, and had an heavily emotional moment in the bathroom in front of the toilet just in case I did vomit.
I didn't. I wanted to cry but I couldn't. I was hungry as hell from not eating all day for two days but I couldn't eat. I cou;ldn't even fucking cry. How, d e l i g h t f u l...
So, I j u s t got over the fever, and I still can't turn my eyes without murdering my brain. And I just found out they had lemon merengue (Totally spelled it right) pie on thanksgiving. Glorious. This was unnessicarily dramatic but i don't care.