Ugh, that damn queasy feeling is back. I emptied everything I took, medicine, food, drinks. Nothing is right. Shit. I hate this feeling. I hate feeling so, bloody helpless. I used to put this off, because I know I have always had a weak stomach, nothing special. But each time I think of you, I find the need to throw up. I don’t know what’s wrong. I can’t seem to get over this. Yes, I simply shoved all this upon my stomach being unwell, whenever someone asked, But I know, that’s not the only reason. I just can’t put my finger on it. One thing I know… It’s got something to do with you.