March 12, 2010

Dear Asthma,

I know you love me and everything, and you want to stay in my lungs, but I'm kind of tired of you holding me back. I know, I know...harsh...and I know you make me "me," but I want to run, I want to swim, I want to be free to take my puppy for runs. So if you don't mind, please go away. It's hard explaining to people why I can't do things everyone else can, and I hate carrying around my little inhaler everywhere. And when I have to go to the hospital, it's humiliating. Last spring break you made me miss Cancun! WHAT THE FUCKOOKIE?! What'd I do to you? Hmm?? I don't feel...normal. I CAN'T feel normal with you, you're what came out of me having surgery when I was a baby. So not only do I have severe asthma, but I have an eight inch scar on my back!
So thanks for everything, or rather thanks for nothing!
Love (hate) always,
Melanie Johnson

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