The nausea-thingy feeling is still there, though i'm not really vomiting anymore. I mean, it's not even nausea, it's just a very wrong feeling in the chest, which by the way, sucks, a lot.
So yea, my life. I sleep, I eat, I play, I sleep, I eat, and I play again, and sleep, again, and eat, and play. And sleep. It just goes on. How i wish i could walk again ASAP, so that i can do other stuff. Like walk. and eat, and play, and sleep.
ARGH.
I will be a happy man. Because i can be a happy man.
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