My lips are so chapped and split and raw that I'm very aware of the feeling of breath passing over them. I can't even remember what it feels like to breath through my nose. And no matter how bad it gets, I can hardly resist this masochistic urge to lick them and feel the texture of cracked skin with the bitter sting of saliva on an open wound.
And I can't stop this word vomit all over the interweb.
I think I may not be able to stop myself from blogging and commenting and tweeting and updating statuses until my fingers are as raw as my lips.
Oh sweet Jesus I just sneezed again and split my lip in several more places.
Oh hey look! Some really shitty resolution, unedited, melodramatic webcam pics to illustrate my current temporary discomfort! I'm sure I wont regret having included these later.
Someone put an end to this misery, or find me a better kind of pain.
And I can't stop this word vomit all over the interweb.
I think I may not be able to stop myself from blogging and commenting and tweeting and updating statuses until my fingers are as raw as my lips.
Oh sweet Jesus I just sneezed again and split my lip in several more places.
Oh hey look! Some really shitty resolution, unedited, melodramatic webcam pics to illustrate my current temporary discomfort! I'm sure I wont regret having included these later.
Someone put an end to this misery, or find me a better kind of pain.