me, unwell at 4am: i have caught some terrible incurable disease and im going to die like a beaten dog
boyfriend: i think a pain killer and a ginger tea will help.
me, unwell at 4:02am: maybe.
grabbing every small business owner I can find by the shoulders and yelling directly into their faces that IF I DON'T HAVE AN INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT I CAN'T SEE ANY OF YOUR SHIT GET A FUCKING WEBSITE