Counting down. September 3. I already miss Reno and I hate being sick during my last month here. I went out last night after not going out for a month and I stayed out too late and suffered the consequences this morning, but I don’t even care. I should care, absolutely, but I feel like I’ve been going a bit crazy. I work 5-6 days straight and even in that time it’s so hard for me to get through the day. I think a deserve a night out with good friends and especially my sister… dancing the night away. 

I’ve been upset almost everyday. I think too much and end up crying randomly throughout the day. I can’t believe a couple months I was normal and now I’m a big mess. I just didn’t want this at this age. It could always be worse… but all I wanted was to enjoy my life without this constant pain. I feel like I’ll never get out of it.