It hit me once again: I fucked up, and I need time alone. Like away from things that don't agree with my stomach. I mean, it's not my fault that I eat rotten food! How do I know it's rotten if I've never had it before?
My mom told me if it's persistent, I need to stop it. Caput, once and for all.
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