| 92 | I'm Positive

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It's almost five in the afternoon. I'm done with my classes, and I feel like throwing up again. “Crap.” I grunt and massage my temples. I'm lying on my back, the faint blue and green lines around the ceiling almost worsening the nausea.

My roommate is still nowhere to be found. Not that I'm worried. She's got classes until six every Monday. She won't be here until nine. On weekdays, she and her boyfriend study in the library until late, usually after having dinner together.

I have enough privacy for another couple of hours at least. Thankfully. I sigh to myself, sitting on the edge of my bed. Alone again. Too anxious to sleep or eat.

The constant, dreary patter against the windows doesn't really help my mood. My heart thuds against my ribs as I stare at the pink boxes next to me. I haven't even opened them yet. I'm still processing what I just did, and what I'm supposed to do right now.

It shouldn't be hard at all. Or confusing. I'll just sit in the