Day 6 Has Ended

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I've been in pain all day. I actually wish I was no longer one of the living. The headache I gained at Ford's Theatre only grew stronger. The pain throbs behind my ears, especially on the right. Overall, I feel like shit.

We went to some museums and I got to play with butterflies.

I don't know if I can even remember what positive things happened. My head hurts that much.

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Other than my head, my stomach hurt horribly at the Pentagon Mall. Oh yea. That.

Basically, we went to the mall for dinner. I got Cinnabon or whatever it's called. While my friends and I went around the mall, I realized I didn't have money with me. I went to search for her after she finally told me where she was.

As I made my way there, I tried my best to get to a bathroom but I couldn't find one. Why? Oh yea, because I my stomach hurt more than how bad my mouth hurt after getting my wisdom teeth removed. It was horrendous. Anyways, I just made my way to my mom and she told me where to go.

I got to the bathroom and guess what!

A giant line.

I honestly felt like the world was pulling me down and that I was producing an ocean of sweat. I had that horrible lump of anxiety in my throat and I swear, I felt like all eyes were on me the whole time. When I made it to the toliet, I took a moment of relaxing before realizing that, oh shit, I had to leave to the bus soon.

My mom met me outside of the bathroom and we walked around. She kept asking me what I wanted to do, I just wanted to leave.

We got to the waiting area and I instantly had moment as despair while tears poured down my face and I lost all relaxation I had, if I even had any. I tried to hide my face by digging my face into my mom's shoulder. A few people questioned it and I just gave them this as any conversation:

"Are you okay, Sydnie?"

"No."

Seriously, I felt horrible. I was crying in a mall with a terrible stomach ache and headache. I wanted to die. I thought of so many horrible thoughts on the bus. I tried to think about better things, like Amelia or my friends, but I just couldn't.

Why, just why, can't I ever enjoy myself without something bad happening?

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