may Death be bestowed upon the mosquitoes and bugs of the world
i have been disfisgured. E-V-E-R-Y SINGLE PART OF ME.

i have been thanking Heavens that nobody has brought me to the Centre of Communicable Disease (CDC), yet. i look like a huge red-poked lump of flesh can. to be specific, i probably look like a giant swollen mosquito bite from far who is scratching herself even redder. it is so bad that if i dare joke about it, well, i give you permission to activate one of my bites.

and hello, it is not at all a small punishment okay. activating one bite means that the surrounding bites will more or less be activated too since i will be scratching the general area. boy oh boy, you should see me scratch; you wouldn't want to activate any of them because you would pity my poor activated spot which is going to swell and itch even more.

i considered biting off my flesh because it would not itch then. but obviously my teeth wouldn't be so strong right, so i cannot do it. i did try praying that my itch would miraculously heal; i certainly believe God can do it, but i guess He wants me to learn Self Control. you can learn something from mozzies you know.

so from now until i am all healed from itch, scream at me if you do see me scratching. or just let me scratch until i pain myself to tears.

S***** DANG THING, MOZZIES BITES FROM CAMBODIA!
burn in hell like the monkeys did.