I'm currently re-reading The Bell Jar by the love of my life, Victoria Lucas, and I'd like to share a quote I hope you will all enjoy,
"There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends."
It made me really glad to not be living in trashy dorms in the heart of Salt Lake City anymore. I felt so bad for my roommate because he woke up so many times to the sound of me throwing up ten feet away from the bed in our bathroom. The first few times I would usually hear a knock followed by an, "Dude, Are you okay?" After a few times of me being horribly rude I began to turn on the shower, fan, sink faucet and then empty the contents of my stomach. That left my roommate dreaming of Korean women, rather than worrying about his retching roommate that was becoming far too acquainted with the benefits of regular abdominal workouts through vomiting
I miss my old ssg roommate.
anyway, the anxiety isn't even close to where it was before, so I haven't puked since the beginning of April. I hope it stays that way.
Now back to Esther Greenwood