Argh! - How easy train of thought can flip through your sickness like a phonebook

There are several things wrong with this.

Argh! I just make myself so sick worrying! You know I have this feeling that if he doesn't find out about our plan soon enough then we have no chance and the thought of that is making me feel so sick, so diseased at the fact that everything is going so slowly. That's not his fault. I know that. It's this situations fault. All my life I've felt shit on. All my life. My fat drunken mother can show you that. Its the fucken Cameron curse I swear. No Cameron is allowed happiness. Not in the ways of love. I thought I was, but then fate went and moved my heart and soul to fucken Bangladesh. But let's sweeten the deal. You see, I've got two curses working against me, and the other one is on my mother's side. It's the Maiden Name curse. My grandmother is a fat, lazy and surly. My mother is fat, lazy, surly, ugly, demeaning, counter-productive, stupid, you name it. She was worse than her mother and she doesn't even know it. See that's the difference between us. I'll know I'm a bitch. And I can't do that to Gabriel. I can't be this horrible wife like my dad had. It's not fair. And I'm feeling guilty, and useless, because although no one needs me around here, it's like when a child doesn't want a toy until you start showing interest in it. And I know what their big problem is going to be with this too. They're going to ask what are the supposed to tell their friends. And I know if they talk to their friends, every drunkard in that bar is going to say the same thing again and again: "Chelsea...wa...was she the rad haired...I just a... I mean... hey is this the line for the bar? My god!"

Pathetic