The attack of a teenager's rants.

 Well, I am feeling like poo, thank you very much. Allergies are killing me, and I don’t even know what I’m allergic to. All week, I’ve been sneezing over and over again (as the day goes by, the number of sneezes are reduced, but the itch in my eyes grow and grow until I feel blind), and it’s pure torture.

Fun fact: Every time you sneeze,your entire body stops, including your heart. That contributes to the impossibility of keeping your eyes open while sneezing. This means that I’ve been dying at least a billion times for about a second every day.

My boyfriend is always complaining, “Ugh, I feel like poo.” I would always ask, “Why?” and, more likely than not, he will complain about his allergies and how it sucks. Back in the day, I would tell him, “Oh, stop complaining. I doubt it’s really that bad.” Now, I understand his pain. Poor, poor me, learning this the hard way.

If only I knew what I’m secretly allergic to. If I did, then I’d run around with an axe and make sure it never exists to torture me ever again in my life.