Yeah.
This week was tough.
Had a tough chat with my father because he doesn't want me to fight with my aunt (too long of a story).
The conversation left me covered in hives, crying and throwing up. Yeah, mid-puke I recall my battered esophagus.
Can't have stress.
Then brother goes to the hospital.
I am so pruning the stress from my world. I'll be no good if I don't.
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