I talk to Damien's mother on phone. She's just a joy, feeling drowsy, I run out of bed, throwing up my content, not again. This has not been my best week at all.
After our trip to Greece, which is a very beautiful place. We spent the whole weekend there, having s*x and all. We went there for the weekend with our friends who I only saw the day we arrived on the private plane.
Mostly because I spent most of my time with my beloved, and exploring the city, just the two of us.
The lightheadedness and throwing up are more than I can handle. I think I'm getting sick. I sit on the toilet pan to catch my breath before going to the shower.
Maybe I should go to the chemist to pick up some medicine on my way to school.
I put on a pair of jeans, a pair of ankle boots with one of Damien's shirts,
