I just want to roll over and die already. Or at least sleep for a few months.

Feel like crap. Spent most of the night lying on the bathroom floor.

Still can't sleep.

Rent's due on the apartment I won't be living in for three weeks, and because my loan hasn't come in, I'm already short on it.

Supernatural finales are really depressing.

I really wish I would just throw up already and the nausea that has been plaguing me for the past week will end.

What a great start to August.

Ugh.

Oh, god. I don't why my parents insist on torturing me. My mother keeps coming in and waking me up from the fitful dozing that is the only thing that keeps my mind off of my stomach, and just a few minutes ago my dad, despite knowing that I am seriously nauseous, brought in a plate full of barbecue chicken. Now my whole room smells like it.

Ugh.

*turns green*