I’ve had migraines as long as I can remember but every single time I’m convinced that this is the time when it’s not actually my a migraine and my brain is bleeding out of my ears but I won’t recognize it because i’ll think it’s a migraine
I feel so alive and I hate it so much at the same time. Also I'm unintentionally masochistic about this every time. Somehow I don't realize the reason I'm being a bitch is because I'm in pain. It comes on so slowly I assume I just need food or some water. I'm like a frog being placed in cool water that is slowly heated to boiling. I just let it happen until I'm gritting my teeth and wincing when I swing my head around too fast. Then like the genius I am, I go, wow, I think I have a headache. Now I'm laying on the floor as the acetaminophen slowly works it's way in. This will inevitably happen again. I probably am actually dehydrated.
I thought I’d have a nice little glass of milk and I spilled it everywhere, pillows, hardwood, INSIDE A PLUGGED IN OUTLET, my purse somehow??? Why the fuck to people say don’t cry over spilt milk. That is one of the most excusable reasons to cry.
We need to have gogurt for more foods than just yogurt. How about gosoups please tomato soup in a sleeve please. Gorice, Gochilli, Gotiramasu, Goomelet, Gomashpotato, Goguacamole, Gooatmeal. Please give me more ideas
