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So...Here's something!
"In Health, we once saw a documentary on migraines. One of the men interviewed used to fall on his knees and bang his head against the floor, over and over during attacks. This diverted the pain from deep inside his brain, where he couldn't reach it, to a pain outside that he had control over."
-Hannah Baker, page 112, Th1rteen R3asons Why.
When I get migraines, I feel too weak to move. I hurt so bad that sometimes I cry from it. It hurts so bad that I can't sleep. I want to ram my head into a wall, or the floor, again...and again...and again.
heh...I wonder why I post these anymore...? I mean, I know no one really ever reads them. Bella used to...but she doesn't get on anymore...
If anyone cares, my throat hurts too bad to talk right now. Too bad to swallow. Seriously. I have a cup here, for spitting in. Not really lady-like.
So why do I post?
I guess it's because I have things I want to say, but no one to say them to. It's not like I don't have friends, I do. But...I dunno.
They wouldn't want to hear things like this.
I don't know if I am going to write stories much anymore...
My ideas aren't coming as fast...(maybe that's because I have zero inspiration)
And I don't know how to change how I present stories.
I'm not even sure I know what that means.
Do you know what it means?
Well, I just don't want to write stories if they'gonna be bad, in the end. But...I don't really think any of my stories are bad...
So I dunno.
Anyways, I've kept almost no one reading long enough.
So...
Bai.
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