What else?

I am so melodramatic it hurts. I kind of want to stay at home and cuddle my suicidal thoughts and not go out ever, again.

I don't like medication. I like instant udon for lunch every day with an egg and chopped baby carrots. I like the taste of Robitussin. I like coughing every 5 minutes because I don't have phlegm. I like Winston reds. I don't like putting on my contact lenses. I don't like leaving my bed to even take a piss.
I like Charlie, he smells so bad that it's comforting. I don't like the red stain from my hair dye on my pillow case. I like Skyping my friends/welcoming them into my room looking like crap. I don't like trimming my hair, it's so short now I don't feel pretty like Rapunzel any more. I feel like re-doing my extensions.
I like my eyelash extensions and my 3D nail art that I forgot to tweet about. I don't like dressing up any more. I don't even like shopping. I am craving for Nandos. I don't like my red hair any more, I feel like going dark chestnut just to please my mom. I don't like silence.
I like The Cinematic Orchestra and Khoiba very much. They're on replay.

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