For the past 4 hours, I've been in bed crying, throwing up anything in my stomach, crying more about how much pain I'm in or even more throwing up in pain. Why may some of you ask if you actually care? Because I had surgery, I have a 102 fever from this surgery, and If I don't stop throwing up I may break my stitches and possibly choke on my own blood till I pass out since I can't scream for help, I can't even talk.
Oh than, people who supposedly care about you, lie to you and make up stuff for 4 hours so they can go run off with there drinking room mate and party, while you're on the floor puking in pain. Than for four, not one, but FOUR! hours you try to get a hold of them. But they're too busy living up the college lifestyle to give a damn about you anymore. It doesn't matter to them anymore if you're throwing up or if you're alright, as long as they have the chance to go party with friends you puking is okay to them.
Why was I such an idiot to think Greg ever cared about me, all he cares about is himself and his college life. I made such a big mistake trusting him, possibly the biggest mistake in my entire life.
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