I've got chronic undiagnosed stomach problems that basically have me limited to eating maybe 20 different foods, and even then I'm never sure I won't get sick, get diarrhea, pass out, or shit myself. So my life is totally organized around finding time I can be home alone to eat. My old roommate is coming to the area for the weekend for a dinner at our college, and assumed she could crash here Friday night. I had to tell her no because... I'll be at work all day Fri., get home, and start working to prepare for the event, and then be helping out all day Saturday, which means I'm not eating on Sat. Which means I need to take care of myself Fri. night. I'd love to hang out with her, and I hate so much that my body's a problem. Whatever's wrong, I wish it would just kill me and get me OUT of this hellish trap of a body... I just keep losing more and more of my life. The worst part is... it wasn't this bad when she lived with me. She's never gotten that its actually gotten worse, and its not just in my head. In reality, yeah, I might be ok, but I don't think I can take the chance. I'm a totally worthless human being because I'm stuck in a totally useless body.