I squatted there, hugging the toilet bowl for my dear life. It seems like automated nausea whereby 15min after my vomiting, the nausea hits again. Miserable miserable.
And so, today is my 2nd MC of the month. Great.
my sentient self
ninnnnniee, dumb, but not tt dumb. fat + unpretty. Messed up + screwed up. Complainy + bitchy. One big lazy ass w a really big arse. :|