Headache.

I have one. And it sucks. I haven't talked to Ashley in a few days. She was talking to me, it was going well. I thought? I told her that I was sorry for everything, I loved her lots, and I would be whatever she wanted me to be in her life. Boyfriend, best friend, friend, somebody she just saw in the hallways, or gone. She never texted me back.
So I guess. . . that means. Gone? *shrug* I can do that.
I come home and watch T.V. til' Doug wants to play games. Then I never have to think. When I think, I think of her. When I think of her, I think of *forever*. Blah.
I am sick of taking 20 some pills a day just to function well enough that I don't throw up every five fucking seconds.
She's happy though. And that makes me happy. I just wish my body would cooperate. I'm happy. I don't get it. I enjoy 99% of my day and smile about everything and my body is still sick. I want to know why. =/
Time to take more Tums and Advil. This self-destructive behavior of mine could never end badly, right?