Now Playing: Homecoming - Kanye West feat. Chris Martin

I'm officially 22 years of age. My birthday as usual sucked beyond even the most crappiest standards. Midterms, school, family and other random issues that often pervade my life made a wonderful coordinated surgical strike on my day.

But the real icing on the cake was the crippling migraines that followed. I have a history of migraines, normally they're strong, but manageable. Pop a few painkillers, sleep for around 2 hours or so, and I'm completely back to normal. This current set are a real set of miserable asses.

My entire head felt like it was on fire. A sharp pains lanced throughout out my forehead spaced equally at 10 degrees with a massive throbbing on the crown of my head. Add to this blurry vision and every step feeling like a flak grenade exploding inside my head. The pain was so bad that the usual set of painkillers failed. To compound further on the problem, the pain was bad enough to stop me from sleeping so 3 nights of no sleep further added to the problem.

After a diagnosis from the doctor, who really couldn't explain the intensity of these migraines, just slated it to stress and lack of sleep.

With that in the context of my birthday, I'm a real happy camper. Why I bother, it's absolutely pointless, there's not much ado as it is. I'm happier alone than with friends.

The only wish I have is to see Sandra again. I have this whole sappy scene in mind, and I don't want to let go of it. I miss her.

*fin*