STRESS

 So, I'm having surgery on Tuesday (Today is Friday, so that's four days from writing this).

It's a laparoscopic surgery to find out if I have endometriosis, or PCOS or what the fuck is going on in my body. A good thing. I'm so fucking stressed about it though. I'm worried they won't find anything, I'm worried they will find something and it'll be real bad, I'm just straight up worried. 

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