[user.incognito1234]

The day went on, I ate as little as possible, and was trying hard the whole time not to throw up. I didn't observe that Vanessa was spending more and more time around me, but I did notice her asking me questions about what I wanted, how I was feeling etc. It made me feel weak and I didn't like it one bit.

But only 3 hours into the day, I was dead tired, exhausted.. but I put up a brave face and carried on. Lying to Vanessa every time she asked if I was alright. She was getting on my nerves by this point.

During lunch, she asked me again, and I snapped "for the love of God! Would you stop asking me that and do your fucking job? If it weren't for your stupid burger yesterday, I would've been perfectly fine even yesterday. I'm perfectly OK today. Just a little tired, but what else do you expect after the way I threw up yesterday?" I kept rambling to her. I didn't even realize that I told her I was tired until I stopped talking.