I wanted to post this to make my life seem very story book and white fenced, but it won't work out that way I'm sure of it.
It's evening before New Years, which means it's December 31st.
Moms' in the kitchen fixing her annual New Years Turkey and side dishes.
As if we do this every year.
Actually, I'm sick as can be and I can't even taste anything.
I assume I'll spend my night spitting up my own yellow mucus while laying in bed.
Will I even make it to midnight? Probably not.
So this is the part where I clean up my never ending pile of tissues next to me and go sneeze into my pillows.
Happy New Year! |
Submission Name: New years
