DEAR UNSEEN FORCES OF THE HUMAN BODY

Dear unseen forces of the human body

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I STARTED COUGHING UP BLOOD AGAIN TODAY.

REALLY?

OUT OF ALL THE DAYS YOU COULD MAKE ME START DOING THE INSANELY PAINFUL TASK OF SPITTING UP BLOOD EVERY 5 MINUTES IT HAD TO BE TODAY?! I THOUGHT YOU PACKED UP YOUR STUFF AND LEFT 2 YEARS AGO BUT APPARENTLY, NO. I WAS REJOICING LAST WINTER WHEN MY THROAT DIDN'T COMPLETELY FUCK UP EVERY DAY RENDERING ME MUTE, BUT THIS YEAR IT SEEMS YOU HAVE BROUGHT THE FULL FURY OF A WHOLE YEAR OF BLOOD-LESS WINTER WITH YOU. FUCK YOU. REALLY. AND ON TOP OF THAT MY LIPS ARE DOING THE THING WHERE, DUE TO THE FACT I CANNOT BE BOTHERED TO BUY LIP BALM, IT SPLITS AND BLEEDS ALL OVER MY DAMN SCHOOLWORK. NOT A GOOD LOOK WHEN YOU HAND IN AN ESSAY TO THE TEACHER WITH LITTLE BLOTCHES OF BLOOD ON IT. ALSO NOT A GOOD LOOK WHEN YOU HAVE A COUGHING FIT AND PRACTICALLY VOMIT A SHIT TON OF BLOOD ON THE TABLE. IF THE ROOM HAD BEEN FULL, LOVELY THROAT, I WOULD'VE KILLED YOU. BUT SINCE 90% OF MY CLASS STAY AWAY FROM ME, I WAS ALONE IN THE CLASSROOM. AGAIN, HAD THE ROOM BEEN FULL, I WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU. OTHER THAN THAT THERE IS THE GENERAL "NO" FACTOR OF HAVING TO CARRY 50 TISSUES AROUND WITH YOU EVERYWHERE TO SPIT BLOOD INTO.

SINCERELY.

I HATE YOU.