Sunday 8:22 AM
I’m at work, A can of seven-up next to me because I woke up nauseous and spent half of my morning throwing up.
I feel sick. Although I’m very proud of myself for making it to work and keeping my morning smile to my colleagues in the office I still find it difficult to fight the urge to break down and cry.
My eyes water every once in a while but I manage to keep it together.
On the overall I look like shit still with all these layers of makeup on.
I’m not okay..