Pain la cheebye.

Haven't been eating properly for the past few weeks on account of the amount of stress. Loss of appetite, no time, blah blah.

Result: Gastric.

At fucking 4 in the morning.

Ohhhh I'm in pain.

But my mental health has improved, somewhat. I still want to kill some people, but I don't think I'm in the condition to do anything other than to feel sorry for myself. Owwwww.

Eh fuck really pain ow ow.