My lovely stomach decided to REJECT MY LUNCH after I managed to sleep uninterrupted by puking spasms for nearly 4 hours.

While everyone else is singing their guts out at choir, I'm stuck at home puking my guts out in the toilet.

Go figure. T_T



(/Edit: Being sick doesn't provide any retreat from the world. Harsh judgement never fails to be passed. Maybe I should have just gone to choir, should have tried to stand for 5&a half hours without toppling over, shouldn't have rested at home, shouldn't have tried to eat. It would have been worth it, to lose that impression for once. Since there's never any true pardon for me. I would have gone with a sore throat/flu/cough/slight fever, but this sickness renders me literally immobile...

I shouldn't have expected anything less, but what is this huge wave of dejection washing over me?
I wonder if I'd ever gain that acceptance.)