I’m not quite sure what your problem is with me, but you’re ruining my life. It’s tough going out and having to carry a roll of toilet paper with you so that I can hide the snot bubble when I breathe. My eyes are itchy and everything is swollen. What did I ever do to you? What is it that is killing me? Is this how I die? I sure wish it was sometimes. The constant itchy nose is enough to drive me insane.
Do you enjoy seeing me like this?
Or this?
Or even this?
When I take an allergy pill, I'm going to walk around like this the rest of the day, so there is no winning with you.
We’re not friends. I hate you.
Sincerely,
Snot face McGee