Bad Days

Yeah.

This week was tough.

Had a tough chat with my father because he doesn't want me to fight with my aunt (too long of a story).

The conversation left me covered in hives, crying and throwing up. Yeah, mid-puke I recall my battered esophagus.

Can't have stress.

Then brother goes to the hospital.

I am so pruning the stress from my world. I'll be no good if I don't.