Being sick is. The worst, I mean.

Or…feeling sick. Since I am probably not sick.
I just made the terrible error of thinking I’d be okay if I ate some fries, and now I want to lay down and die because I 100% cannot eat fried foods anymore.

All I want to do is sleep. But I can’t, because I feel like vomiting. But I don’t want to do that, so I’m just trying to master it. Which I will probably give up on soon and then lie there and whimper and possibly shed very small tears of misery and frustration.

And I swear, I will never eat another fry again.