Sick In The Stomach

What went down today.
(In my head)

“Better get that shit done and over with.”

“Thank you for the good sleep.”

“Oh shucks, my tummy hurts.”

“Damn, gonna be late.”

“Is this later than yesterday?”

“Urg. This guy gotta move away.”

“I like this book.”

“Have to be clear, draw the line, I cannot be the owner of this piece of work.”

“Aw. Cute.”

“Sigh. I really don’t understand why I have to deal with facilities.”

“Aunty . . .”

“Fuck. Why is my laptop acting up when I have a shitload to do.”

“I like this book. heh.”

“Let’s do this.”

“Oh wait, what is this.”

“Fuck, I got distracted.”

“Urg. Stop.”

“OMG, I forgot to prepare the email.”

“Crap. I forgot. My mum already cooked lunch.”

“I really don’t want to go, why the fuck is he making us.”

“Urg. Rude ass.”

“Sigh. It’s not their fault. I am just angry today.”

“Fuck la, just go.”

“This rant feels good.”

“AHHHH! My credibility. Dammit.”

“This is actually not bad.”

“Shall get something for them.”

“He is pfft.”

“Fuck. Forgot to bring my straws.”

“Why is my stomach churning so bad?!”

“Okay, quickly send this out.”

“Oh shoot, I forgot to email.”

“Kindda regret buying bubble tea.”

“Ah, fuck. Got distracted again.”

“Why can’t I be?”

“What is wrong with me?”

“Is there something wrong with me?”

“People don’t like it when another feels inferior. Self note.”

“What is this feeling?”

“Stop this self pity.”

“Sigh.”

“This book is a safe place.”

“I feel like crying.”

“Shan.”

“Aw. Sugar.”

“What is this feeling?”

“Urg, food dropped.”

“Book.”

“This feeling. I can’t shake away.”

“Why do I feel like crying?”

“So many thoughts today.”

“Shall I Instagram?”

“I feel like crying.”

“Shall blog the many chains of thoughts today instead.”

“I’ll title it ‘Feeling sick in the stomach’.”

“I miss blogging.”

“I don’t wanna cry.”

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This feeling. Is it stress? This sick feeling I feel in the stomach. This feeling I can’t seem to shake off. I retched. I’m okay, but I’m not.