-crawls back in here into a corner- Got my arms stabbed today for blood tests.
They're testing to see if I have celiac disease. Lordy, I hope not.
They're testing to see if I have celiac disease. Lordy, I hope not.
They're testing to see if I have celiac disease. Lordy, I hope not.

They're testing to see if I have celiac disease. Lordy, I hope not. 




I really need to go to bed when it's still dark outside and stop being so afraid of nightmares.
I really need to go to bed when it's still dark outside and stop being so afraid of nightmares.
Even though I drink milk now I miss that almond milk.
I was cranky. I was mad. And I took it out on Mr. Rum and Child Rum.
All I want to do is sleep. Sleep and sleep and sleep some more. And I've lost my appetite. Here I am, an emotional eater, and I don't want to eat.
Which is why I lock my bedroom door constantly [and my aunt doesn't like that for some reason
WTF?]. -dives into pillow fort bed and pulls blankets over head- Much better to hide to sleep...yep yep.


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