My blog hit finally reached 200G, where as yesterday, it was in the 190G's. It baffles me to see how many people drop by, do people even read my posts?
I'm in desperate need to scrutinize my near future: I feel the weight of worries pushing down on me already and I'm not even an adult yet. I abhor the fact that my motivation is, of all things, stress. It urges me to make the choices I do and keeps my mind busy. But, why do I still make the more careless of decisions as to what to say, or how to feel?
Also, for the record, I'm Eunice, not a fucking toy. I'm not meant to be used or played with, then thrown away when bored. I am what everyone else wants to be, a prize that you got to earn yourself.
Fact Of The Day: I had all together almost 20 Multi-Vitamin pills (I felt my body crashing)- and now I'm left with abdomal pain, fever, nausea, back pain, headaches, and all these other anatomy complications. Joy.