So I spend most of my time crying/screaming on the car ride home because I feel like death. Keep in mind I am crying/wailing about my symptoms to a doctor, like he has never seen this before: “I let my team down by not being there for them. I threw up in the public bathroom ...
crying hysterically, responded by pulling out a handful of pills: Excedrin, weight-loss pills, painkillers. “Danny, don’t do that!” Kiki screamed as he swallowed them all, roughly pushed her