I think I'm addicted to NightQuil. It must be the sedatives in it. I know that's it.
Shhh. Don't tell anyone.
I drank an entire half a bottle Sunday...I didn't tell anyone because I'm trying this new thing where I put up a filter for myself and not tell everyone every little thing I'm feeling or doing. Frankly, no one needs to know and no one gives a shit. It's all mundane.
Anyway, even a tiny amount of NightQuil will make you slap happy and so chill! It kills all my worries, essentially. I just can't afford to be chugging it anymore when I'm studying for my math final and whatnot.
I have bad bad bad bad habits.
I'm such a fucking hypochondriac.
I make fun of one of my best friends for being such a high-maintenance, hypochondriac but she seriously has nothing on me.
I take Tums like it's candy, and last year I chugged Pepto Bismal like it was Gatorade.
And have taken nearly ten Advil in one day before when I was PMSing earlier this year. That's really not okay. I'm gonna die before I'm 30. Well, whatever, at least my funeral will be planned.
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