raining again. I need groceries. I have work later, but I can't go out. I'm
made of sugar. You think that's funny? You've never been caught in a light
drizzle and felt your face melt. I have. It's hideous. Nose dripping into
chin, eyes drooping, one twice the size of the other. Nothing to do but bake
a new one. Laugh. You think it's funny. Mom told me, life isn't always
sweet. Not always.