You wake up to the howling of the cat,who is under some impression your bedroom is his, the yapping of the dog, and the stomping of your mother. You glance at the double bell alarm clock that says 8:30 and you mutter something about killing someone, then realize your a guest (which is the politest none mental harming nickname you give yourself) and yelling at and killing people is out of the question.

Any minute now. Your insides tell you that its coming as your stomach aches in pain but only along the right side. you roll over on your other side with your eyes closed trying to ignore the inevitable for a little while longer. Even though your body looks like it maybe sleeping your mind is racing, the bucket is beside the bed, exactly in place, the ipod is on the bed stand. You open one eye to see if the headphones are located near or in it, then your realize that the things are the back up pair with that ridiculously long cord that gets in the way. The idea of the inevitable morning situation getting tangled in your headphones repulses you, you'll just have to deal without music drowning out the sound.

By now its 9:30, and the pain is building. Then retch one. Yuck what a horrible sound where are the good headphones when you need them? Retch two. Ok now we're running out of time you sit up. Retch three. Ok, ok, geeze your moving. Retch four. Bucket is in your hands, you marvel at the position your in, this is way more comfortable than toilet bowl hugging. Ok there we go the only meal of yesterday is gone now. You sigh and place the bucket down wondering how it is that your long red hair avoids this every morning.

You get up and smile, good the pain is gone, you feel quite refreshed, apart the fact your mouth is dry. You take the bucket for its daily clean up, return it to its place beside the bed. You stagger up the stairs and get a mug of water, it's okay, dad won't know you used a mug for water as you'll do the lunch dishes later. You curl up on the couch watching breakfast television as your mum enters the room.

"You should go back to the doctor, because there's something wrong with you." She tells you

You grunt as a reply and take another sip of water. You've been to two different doctors and neither finds anything, and saw the college nurse. One time they just annoyed you to high hell. Because your a girl and vomiting they get it in their minds your pregnant, damn, you wish you where a boy right now. If, for some reason, you did go to the doctor it would be wasted trip because you wouldn't have the health care to take care of the pill bill. Pill bill, funny.

You know whats wrong anyway. Morning time and bedtime are always the worst. You lie in bed and berate yourself until you cry or tremble, probably the latter because crying isn't something you do much of anymore. It all began at college. You try your best, and get the worlds worst grades. Your family tells you it's because you not trying. Funny I didn't know they where in my course and watching my every move. After the years of feeling like crap due to your crappy grades, heading towards a future that you know will make you turn to alcoholism if you somehow graduate (you did by pure dumb luck), it takes a toll on you. This is that toll, the morning vomiting signaling the failure of your mental health. Right now its reminding you that your a complete utter loser who can't even get a shop job.

After the years at college, you somehow can't picture a life without the months of vomiting and meals of rice. Still once upon a time ago there was such a life. It was so in high school, you smile aww how cute you thought you had a future back then. You mind comes back to the present when you finish your water.

"When did we have garlic?" You ask

"I'm not allowed garlic. Why?" Your mum replies indicating her blood clot swollen legs

"Oh I just have a taste of garlic in my mouth." you tell her and with that you go downstairs to begin another pointless day.

Woot emo diary story. Sorry kinda graphic but I love graphic stories.

Hetalia comic will be up soon.