A Break Up Letter To My Allergies
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A Break Up Letter To My Allergies

I'm not crying, it's my allergies.

A Break Up Letter To My Allergies

Dear Allergies,

You can't keep doing this to me. The amount of pain you bring me every year is enough to kill me. Not to mention, you get my hopes up, making me think we are done for good, then spring rolls around, and you feel the need to re-enter my life.

I am a better person without you. I can see more clearly, and I do not have to constantly carry a box of tissues around with me.

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Here's my advice to you, next time you see, just don't bother to say hi. I know as soon as I walk outside, you will be there. But I am encouraging you to go a separate path, as well, one that can ultimately better you, too.

Don't think I am crying over you, the tears in my eyes are actually pollen induced, not actual tears.

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Some years have been better than others, I will admit that. But this year, you are causing me an extreme financial burden. This is the second bottle of eyedrops I have had to purchase in the last two weeks, on top of the excessive amount of Zyrtec I am forced to buy just to make you more tolerable.

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It is with a heavy heart (not really) I am writing this letter.

It's time to let the flowers bloom and move on, no need to linger. It just makes everything a little bit harder.

It's not me, it's you.


Victims of spring allergies everywhere

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