I’m so nervous. Just keep pacing up and down in my frustration. I fear the worst and I don’t even have anyone to talk to. Alani said she’ll come over after work, but I’ll be here alone for most of the day.

This morning I still felt like I’m floating. I was really dizzy. Tried to force some pancakes in myself. Bad idea. The smell made me gag. I could barely reach the bathroom before I started throwing up. I try to tell myself that it’s just the flu, I’m just exhausted, or I might still be hungover from my party two days ago. But a little evil voice inside my head is tittering “Uh-oh, you are pregnant. Wat’cha gonna do about it? You are so screwed.“ Oh no, please…

How could I be so stupid? I’m always so careful… My recent affair with Gavin and Ben was ridiculous enough on its own, and now I fear I made the biggest mistake of my life. I called my doctor straight away, but he won’t be able to see me until tomorrow morning.

I can’t stop crying.