last week i had a bottle of vodka, bottle of perno, and 2 bottles of wine.. i hardly remember what happened that night but some how i ended up sleepin round my mums house, on her floor in the front room.. anyways i woke up, got off the floor.. walked back to my place, threw up in the toilet for about 5 hours, then slept in my bed for like 14 hours

that was a pretty lame day

its not the actual throwing up i hate.. its the knowing its gonna happen feelin, ya know? like when u can feel it about to come.. i hate that feelin so i ussually just shove my hand down my throat to speed up the processs