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I took the white one before I got up. When I woke up I took two blues, one yellow. I waited for my stomach to settle and it kept getting worse, till I had to run to the bathroom. I hope I didn't fuck up too bad cause I can't afford to miss class if i'm feeling shitty.
God I hate myself. I was falling asleep in my first class and I felt so shitty that I skipped the second one. I'm so fucking stupid.
I cried earlier today, which is weird for me. I cried because of someone else's story on here. I wonder if that's the only way to get it out, by crying for other people. I don't really feel like all my self pity is valid.
Well, women's group starts next Monday and i'm completely terrified. I'm more worried about that than the tests I have this week. I need to trust my therapist. Why is it so hard?