the moment when you can't breathe,

you watch the puke project out into the running water of the sink.

i close my eyes its like my whole body is needed to tighten and squeeze out the rejected content.

i feel ripped off, i feel like telling my body its wrong, its the little child that doesn't know what's right... "keep the food down... i want it...its just a hangover bod"

but i'm not in control, i don't know when the next uprising will occur, i wait and try and feel if i'm ok

i feel like i've been told off and i retreat to bed :)

the moment when you can't breathe,

you watch the puke project out into the running water of the sink.

i close my eyes its like my whole body is needed to tighten and squeeze out the rejected content.

i feel ripped off, i feel like telling my body its wrong, its the little child that doesn't know what's right... "keep the food down... i want it...its just a hangover bod"

but i'm not in control, i don't know when the next uprising will occur, i wait and try and feel if i'm ok

i feel like i've been told off and i retreat to bed :)