In the picture: Funny times.
Ice cream is like poison to the body. Laughter is like a drug to me. The more I laugh, the worse the consequences.
I have to avoid Indian food, seafood, milk, butter, butter cookies, nuts, chocolates, sweets, spicy food, and anything to do with dairy.
I can't touch my dogs so often because they'd be the death of me.
My aspire to be a biologist. But I cannot work with animals too often because their fur would trigger erratic reactions in my body.
I can't dance and sing too much. It would destroy my lungs.
It hurts to see others being normal and having so much fun.
I wish I were less active. But no, I was born with a hyperactive streak.
I wish I were normal. I just want to play in the rain and not get any after effects. Like any other normal individual.
I just want to be able to own a cat. An owl. And to touch my spider without having its hair cause HUGE allergic reactions to my body.
I want to play and run and run, free like the wind. I want to laugh and laugh till it becomes a melody, unchained.
I want to sing and sing and not feel constricted.
I want to swim the oceans.
I just want to be able to breathe and know that it won't be my last breath, that my lungs would not cave in.
I want to be normal.
Free of asthma.
Love the broken hearted Shia.
milk, butter, butter cookies
ReplyDeleteHaha. The reminded me of the movie "elf". "We elves believe in the four food groups: candy, candy canes, candy corn and syrup."