Ugh, I don’t know. Maybe the reason I’m scared of throwing up is the same reason I don’t say
what’s really on my mind, you know? You have an idea of what’s coming out, but you’re still not
ready for what it is. Maybe, it’s because I would be sharing an ugly part of myself, in a way at
least… Better yet, maybe it’s because when I start, I won’t be able to stop, right? I won’t be able to catch my breath and even if I feel somewhat relief, I’m also left feeling empty and shaken.
Shaken by what came out or shaken by the fact that I actually let it and now I’m seen in a
different light… But, yep. I’m emetophobic. That’s why I’m afraid of getting drunk, or pregnant,
or both. If I’m dumb enough to, that is. But anyways, I fear for my life when I get nauseous.
When I see others even gag, I move to evacuate…Speaking of which, I think I had a bit of a
breakthrough, huh? I should, uh…I should probably, you know… Same time next week?
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