(An excerpt from "This
Unplanned Life: A Memoir")
Vomit. Projectile vomit.
The act itself was violent, but my mind and body couldn't seem to muster up anything beyond stoicism. I wiped my mouth slowly and without disgust, still hovering over the porcelain bowl.
It was 6:30 in the morning, and my world was spinning, but I could barely find the strength to lift my head up. My hands were trembling, the caffeine had left my system in one, foul exit and I had seemingly forgotten how to form words or sentences.
I stood up finally, my shoulders unwilling to join my neck, instead revolting in a slumped, defeated fashion. I became frozen in a suddenly unfamiliar bathroom with sad, shocked eyes.
Things like this don't happen to people like me. I'm a good person. Good things happen to good people.
I picked up the phone without looking at it. I dialed my mom 9 times in a row until she answered.
"What is it?" she asked.
I didn't know where to start. I paused, never breaking eye contact with the stranger in the mirror.
"I wish this wasn't real life," I whispered, finally allowing the tears I had been holding in to burst and come to life.
Unplanned Life: A Memoir")
Vomit. Projectile vomit.
The act itself was violent, but my mind and body couldn't seem to muster up anything beyond stoicism. I wiped my mouth slowly and without disgust, still hovering over the porcelain bowl.
It was 6:30 in the morning, and my world was spinning, but I could barely find the strength to lift my head up. My hands were trembling, the caffeine had left my system in one, foul exit and I had seemingly forgotten how to form words or sentences.
I stood up finally, my shoulders unwilling to join my neck, instead revolting in a slumped, defeated fashion. I became frozen in a suddenly unfamiliar bathroom with sad, shocked eyes.
Things like this don't happen to people like me. I'm a good person. Good things happen to good people.
I picked up the phone without looking at it. I dialed my mom 9 times in a row until she answered.
"What is it?" she asked.
I didn't know where to start. I paused, never breaking eye contact with the stranger in the mirror.
"I wish this wasn't real life," I whispered, finally allowing the tears I had been holding in to burst and come to life.
