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i'm not in my ceramics class right now, i have a terrible, burning headache and a bit of temperature. i get these from time to time but still don't know if it's caused by stress or something i eat, or don't eat for that matter. the bus driver on my way back last night was sick and coughed a lot. i always catch all the bugs on buses, so this could be the beginnings of a flu as well. but the headache is so specific, it builds tension and pressure in my skull and jaw until i get nauseous and shaky, then usually it helps to stick fingers down the throat. just the gag reflex is enough, no vomit required. it's odd and awful.
i can't sleep yet because i ate a bit too eagerly, thinking my head was hurting from hunger... i need to stay upright or i will be throwing up. neighbours won't cease with the beats either. the reason for my reluctance to return here is so obvious to me now. it's noisy and all the don't-know-what-to-do-with-this items are awkwardly strewn all over the place.
and that bus ride back... we only ever rode that bus together once, but every time since it's been agony. he slept half the way, yet i recall every stone and sign pointed out, and every one of them floods my mind with terror and trauma if i don't carefully keep myself in check. last night, exhausted and stressed, this little piggy cried all the way home.
