My insides are coming out

No really, they are. Last night at about 3AM they were. It was absolutely disgusting. What is even more disgusting is that it got on my face, my arm, and my clothes. Dis. Fucking. Gus. Ting.

Do you know what it's like to have carbon monoxide poisoning? I believe I do. It's a feeling that is quite undefinable. Unless you've experienced it you'll never know. "I wanted to go by there and see if there were dead people hanging out by there." No seriously, I think I was exposed to CO. NOT to be confused with CO2. No mams, or sirs, or whoever really. It sucks a lot. It feels a bit dizzy. The air doesn't really feel like air. You want the waitress to shut up and stop making small talk. You throw up. You try to act like you're fine, when really you're not. It's just a hard thing to describe. Violation.

Leslie, please return to Austin. Emily, please don't leave Austin. It seems as though everyone is hiking up to DC. Should I go too? Who knows. This lease ain't up for a whiles. I want something that's a little bit new. A little less stressful. But I still want to see that face every day. It makes the day go by smoother. Maybe I'm just a fool.

My dreams are killing me.