bury me in this dress

I’m still sick and miserable. The stomach flu is on day 3 now. At nights, it shows signs of going away but it returns with full force come morning. Fuck! I’ve been eating lugaw (porridge) for 3 days and I’m getting sick of it. I have a serious craving for sweets and they’re haunting me in my dreams. I’m not kidding! The only plus side about this I could think of is a perfect excuse to rest. That doesn’t matter though since the AVPs are done and over with.

I want a bite of cake so much!

And about you-know-who, he still hasn’t replied and I know he’s read my letter already. So fuck it! Fuck him! I have no patience for this anymore especially when it feels like I’m gonna crap all my innards. So screw him! Screw boys! I’m going to grow old alone but filthy stinking rich!!!