The styles have been changed from shorts and flip flops to boots and a jacket, hot chocolate is now the preferred drink, the leaves are slowly crunching up and preparing themselves to be stepped on. The air is crisper, and chilled.
The seasons are changing.
In my heart, this change is the best. I love everything about these seasons.
But there is one thing...that I will never like.
My body turns to wimpy.
Every little cold that is passed by me...is grabbed by my body.
I catch everything.
All of these sicknesses bog me down to the point of not only an unhappy annie, but a tired, wimped out, weak, little girl.
It sucks.
I'm losing my voice.
I'm coughing.
I'm tired.
I'm crabby.
My throat hurts.
It's that time...everything is changing...including the strength of my body's immune system.
The seasons are changing.
In my heart, this change is the best. I love everything about these seasons.
But there is one thing...that I will never like.
My body turns to wimpy.
Every little cold that is passed by me...is grabbed by my body.
I catch everything.
All of these sicknesses bog me down to the point of not only an unhappy annie, but a tired, wimped out, weak, little girl.
It sucks.
I'm losing my voice.
I'm coughing.
I'm tired.
I'm crabby.
My throat hurts.
It's that time...everything is changing...including the strength of my body's immune system.
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