I am sick. I don't know why, but it's been a week already. Waking up every morning has become a struggle to not wretch my guts out on the bathroom floor. It's a vicious cycle. I wake up with an empty stomach and feel hungry. But at the same time I feel nauseas so eating is difficult. It's so frustrating. I want to shrivel up and die. Worse still is I am beginning to worry I might be slightly emetophobic. Which makes matters even worse.

The Dad/Doc says it's stress related but honestly, I don't really feel that stressed. Maybe it's hypochondria. I'm just anxious.

Arg, I hate my body and my body hates me.

Well, apart from my deteriorated health... I am glad this semester is coming to a close. Need to drag my corpse two more weeks before I can go sleep for two months. It's sad that we have to go through 4 months of suffering just to enjoy those 2 months of holidays.

It's not living life anymore, it's just trying to survive it. 4 months at a time, waiting for 2 months of holidays. I live for those birthday parties at Clarke Quay, Chalets, playing video games at Cathay Cineplex, watching movies...

Oh there is so much to life.

I need to Go Out these holidays.