Why the FUCK did you get cramps-from-hell bad enough to take the cramp medication that you KNOW knocks you out cold when there was a game going on that you've been looking forward to for weeks? Why the HELL didn't you just stay up, miserable, and cope? Wuss. And if you're lucky only a few of them will absolutely despise you for flaking out. Then again, one of 'em didn't show at ALL; at least you made a go of it.

Cereal and you're craving the snackies you know got left downstairs... also craving what you saw flashing in a pair of dark eyes and you KNOW you're not getting any of that.

It's wednesday. You had damned well better show up to the pain management class. You've missed THREE WEEKS of it courtesy of illness, misery, and assorted other reasons. This is the last week before they make up the nifty charts-of-things-to-do; you already know you won't be making up a chart, but at least show up to apologise and explain that you'll be coming back as soon as you can get back on the schedule.

Wuss.

Alcopops, sleep-inducing medication, you are once again wasting chunks of your life that you should do something with.

And what's really sad is that it is YOU typing this. You KNOW what you need to do. You KNOW how you're fucking up. And still, you're fucking up and not doing the good things to balance it out.

Gods, but that is pathetic. *shakes her head* Start over, try again...

...oh, and the moment Facade notices what that particular fragment's been up to, you're going to wish you'd behaved.

I hope.

You need something to shake you up. I'm hoping he'll do it. I'm doubting it, though... you need something stronger than a few harsh words, as we are seeing here.