Day 13

All I feel right now is nausea. I just want to crawl in my bed and die. Somehow I still feel like if I do that, it'll just get worse. I'll probably have to throw up sometime tonight/early tomorrow. I hate this stupid sickness. I hate it. I just wish I could be like the majority of other people. I wish it wasn't genetic. I just...want it to be done and over. Coupled with my fear of pregnancy, this isn't looking so hot, speaking of which, I might have a fever right now. I'm starting to heat up. I can't stand this. I just want someone to hold me and take care of me. I feel sick and unhappy. 13 is not a lucky number. I hope his day went better. And I hope he knows it's the end of February, and cops are always on the lookout to catch up on their quota. It happened here, so it has to be happening all over. I'm sorry it had to happen to him other than someone more convienent, but that's just how things work sometimes. I might elaborate more on my day today tomorrow, but I just don't feel up to it. I had planned on getting in the shower right now to see if it would ease the suffering, but my sister just jumped in the bathroom. Joy.

I still love you (even if I might be throwing up; take it gross or not),
MC