I feel like I'm going to throw up.. This is the worst. That all too familiar feeling of heat and sickness that comes over your body, the prickles under your skin that start from your stomach and work their way up to your head, the salty tears that well up in your eyes no matter how hard you fight it. It hits you whenever it wants; it could be an old song or picture, or even just a simple word. Anything and everything. Fuck, I hate this. I want to fast forward time.
I need to try and sleep this off. This is not how I want to start my day.