And the seasons they go round and round
OHH, -sobs. i am ill. FLU.
arghs. i loathe being sick. flu is so irksome. i hafta bring packs of tissues along with me wherever i go. and i hafta blow and blow and blow my nose every now and then. and and and, i will end up with a BIG RED NOSE. then, Rudolph will have a twin. or perhaps i can join tha circus. -sniffs.
AHHHHH. HERE IT COMES AGAIN.
RARRRRRR! i hate you, flu.
OHH, NO. i`m gonnah have my hair cut TODAY. oh god, i really really hope it turns out completely fine. sighs ..
; imissyoumorethanyoueverknow, butwhydoimissyousomuch
We can't return,
we can only look behind.
1:12 PM