Yesterday was good. I wasn't really sick. I actually drank 2 sodas. I felt almost normal. I ate HALF a fucking cheese pizza by myself. Today, not so good. I miss being able to enjoy my time with my husband and my squish. Not laying on the floor wishing for oblivion. I live across the street from a fucking awesome cemetary. Its actually listed under michigan's haunted cemetarys... and everyday I'm just too sick to walk across the street and enjoy my time here. Squish likes to watch the shadow people there from the yard. Too bad I always feel too bad to go out with him, other people have to take him for walks. I used to take him to the park or let him have lunch in the garden everyday. Its so cold here we proably wouldn't go outside anyway. I'm going to find the "dogman" here and force him to tell me his secrets. Then I'll make a pact with the devil (or whatever) and we can put on our wolf skins and all run through the woods every night. Until then you may find me curled in a ball on the floor whimpering and dry heaving into the trash can under this desk...
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