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I have gotten about three hours of sleep, so this might not make any sense.

I went to the very nice doctor about my boob and stomach. He thinks I have some boob disease I can't remember the name of, but it has fibrosis in it. It's not fatal. He says I don't have an absess or breast cancer, or at the very least he doubts it because I'm only 20 and no one in my family has ever had breast cancer.
I have to have an ultrasound of my boob. Basically it means for the rest of my life my boobs is going to feel like it's about to detatched or rot off.

My stomach lump is nothing, but then I wonder why it's hurting me so badly right now?

We got to the new hotel, the one we're staying at for 8 days. It's stupid and I hate it. The floors are...stupid. The person above us walks across the room and it's sounds like jumping jacks and shit vibrates. Them packing right now is causing me mental distress. I'm so tired.
And I know Adam will expect big happy bouncy Chelsea..
and I'l be all cry-ee all day because that's how I am when I don't get enough sleep, but I tried very hard to.
I just shouldn't have gone to bed.
I hate when the things that are supposed to be happy like our "fabulous" suite suck ass and I can't complain because I'm grateful Adam is so nice and it's not his fault it fucking sucks so much ass I want to rip my hair out.
Maybe I'll start sneaking out and sleeping in the car.
Then I could sleep.
And be a happy Chelsea.
With her broken painful rotting off boob.