I'm pretty sure my head's been stuffed with hay. Some days it might feel cloudy or foggy, but today it must be hay. Jammed in there real tight. Hard, uncomfortable. And not at all what a head should be full of.
Dear allergies,
I hate you.
With all the energy not put towards my paper,
Me
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Dear Beki,
ReplyDeleteI adore you.
I love you.
I miss you.
I will send you allergy medicine, tell me which kind,
Mom