I unfortunetly woke up today. My stomach is a mess, Rachel's a sleep, or course. My foot is killing, now when I put weight on it, it stings. Don't want to talk about anything. Have you met Rachel? She makes me noodles and pudding and gives me ice. What a good friend. I felt soo messed, I'm sick of everything, including myself. Why does everything
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