Then, he has the NERVE to come up to me and ask what's wrong so I had to lie and say that I didn't feel good, that my back hurt from standing up, that I had a terrible migraine, that my stomach felt like it was going to implode, and that the humidity was so bad that I couldn't breathe, which technically was all true, yet not the reason I was crying.
I fucking hate tonight, I just want to crawl in a ditch and die.