I have fantastic news along with awful news.
Fantastic News: I MADE IT INTO OU!!! I go my acceptence letter tonigt.
Awful News: At the moment I couldn't care less that I made it into OU on account I feel like I'm going to die. Yes die. As in kick the bucket.
I have the worst period cramps ever. Like I really would be happy just going to sleep and never waking up again.
I would go to bed, but I'd drench by beautiful flannel snowman sheets in fucking blood because my period is fucking heavy again!!!
GAHALFJDLKSGJKL!
I just want to be happy about making it into OU! Because it truly is an amazing, wonderful, "OH MY GOD LETS CELEBRATE!!!" type thing!
Oh well, there's always next week to not feel like I'm doing to die.