Easter strength

I woke up and my head was screaming at me. I thought I’d been hit by a truck.

My roommate looked like a deflated balloon. He didn’t move for 12 hours.

I tried to stand up and my legs said no. I had to crawl to the fridge.

I looked in the mirror and it looked back at me with a face full of regret and regret is not a good look.

I could’ve sworn my stomach was trying to escape through my mouth.

I asked my dog for help. He just looked at me and went back to sleep.

I don’t know if I want to live anymore. I just want to sleep for a year.

I tried to text my friend and my thumbs wouldn’t work. They were too drunk.

I had to eat a sandwich. It felt like eating bricks.