I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home. I do not hate New York, but I hate not being in California. I hate missing my family, my friends, and Dan.
I hate being sick each day. I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate being sick every every every every every every day. I want my intestinal tract to process food normally and I don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t want to have debilitating stomach problems every every every day.
I’m like that high school song. So sick, so sick of being tired, and oh so tired of being sick. I do not want my life to be defined by illness, but I am so trapped in it that it seems there is no way out. Except maybe the fruit, nut, and ice cream diet I was on a while back. But I was anorexic then. And depressed. And moody around Dan. I don’t particularly want to be that girl again. I’d rather feel physically ill than emotionally ill.
