FUCK.

Shit's starting to get to me.

I keep waking up about 30 minutes after I'm supposed to take my pain pills, so therefore the one before has worn off and my lower jaw is in incredible pain. It doesn't go away until about 45 minutes after I finally take the pill. And this morning my throat was sore and swollen like a motherbitch.

I miss Terry. Horribly. I don't even want to call him because my enunciation is shit and it's embarrassing. In fact, I haven't called anybody. I just want to effing see him, but I can't drive anywhere on my meds 'cause I'm too loopy and I hurt too much when I'm off them. GUH!

Kinda weird how I'd rather see people in person than talk on the phone, though. I guess it's just 'cause it sounds a lot worse than it actually looks.

One of my stitches came out. It's not a big deal, the wound is still closed, but it's annoying to run my tongue over this tiny thread at all times.

I WANT A FUCKING CIGARETTE SO GODDAMN BAD. JESUS FUCK. I know if I can stick it out 'til 9 (when I can take another pill), I'll be fine. But right now I've got so much shit on my mind, it's fucking killing me.

Also. I AM SO FUCKING TIRED OF SEEING NAKED SARAH ALL OVER THE GODDAMN INTERNET!!! IT'S LITERALLY MAKING ME FUCKING SICK!!! YOUR BODY LOOKS LIKE IT BELONGS TO AN 8-YEAR OLD BOY AND YOUR FACE LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING HAMPSTER!!! Does Daddy love you now that you're naked all over the place for no reason? Does he love you?!?! IS HE FUCKING PROUD?!?!

Makes me want to scrape all the fucking tattoos she copied from me off my body with a cheesegrater and move to another fucking state. Seriously.

...over it. I'll fucking show her up this spring. Stupid piece of sluttrash.

Anyhow. I'm gonna go... scream. Or something.