i really hate going outside. you try to stay out of the sunshine so you don't get the negative effects of it (the sun, the burn, the tan, the uv rays) and then the bugs eat you alive.
maybe.
right now i'm at that point where i'm not sure if they're for real. you don't see the pesky little creatures, but you feel them flying on your body and the sting that they are there. but you don't hear the buzzing and you don't see their little probisci sticking where they don't belong--your skin.
so i lay here, scratching an itch that may be the creation of my wondrous imagination.
you know i have had horrible allergies this year as far as my fussy skin is concerned this year. usually i'm not bothered. but this year is more like a SEVEN year itch. at least i can breathe.
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