my face is freaking covered with pox now.i loathe looking into the mirror even.my mom has been pampering me like a princess.she eats the peanuts off an ice cream cone so that i can satisfy my craving for ice cream (peanuts are a no-no for chickenpox-stricken patients),she suggested going for a short holiday trip before i leave for LA,she promised me a good dinner out if i feel better on sunday,she keeps probing me to talk about my upcoming trip to LA so that i would get excited and not think of ugly pox.my dad has been cheering me up by saying that the marks would go away by the time i fly.and everyday when i wake up hes been telling me the same thing, "its getting better".but yknow.amidst all that intense tlc,something is missing.
and i shall hold that faith in my heart.
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2:34 PM
me ai em rosanne//ennasor personal fiddles glares of the scorching sun.warmth of the oceanic waves.touch of the sand.smell of mud n field.odd-shaped rugby ball.pool dips.
