Everything hurts. It is so damn hot. Even at night. I have been sleeping with no shirt on. The fan is not enough, but we can't keep the bedroom door open because the smoke makes my throat hurt even more. Aunt Elaine told me I'm a pervert to be sleeping without a shirt but fuck her because I'm not walking around the apartment naked or anything.
We had a big argument about who should ask her to stop smoking while my throat is trying to kill me. I voted for Alex. Alex voted for Danielle. Danielle voted for Alex. Alex is angry at us. She's the most scared of Aunt Elaine, but she's the one who's liked best. She still has the cute factor working in her favor. Not cute enough. "Suck it up." That's what Aunt Elaine said. Trust me, I am. I've been sucking up your second-hand smoke for almost six years. What a fucking bitch.
I wish magic existed and somebody would bring me jello. Or an icepop. Or a surgeon who could remove my throat from my body. That would be nice.
It is too hot to sleep. I want to get out of my body somehow.
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