You know when you have a cold and you are blowing what feels like your brains out into a tissue because you have such a stuffy nose? So then your dad asks if you have taken any medicine...like ever, and you sheepishly say...um not for the last forty bajillion hours. So when it's bedtime, you have to go into the bathroom and slurp down some NyQuil? And it tastes so nasty you get goosebumps and want to puke in your mouth?
Oh wait, that doesn't happen to you?
Well, the point is, is the aftertaste. Oh how I hate the aftertaste. You have swallowed the bitter cup, but it's that gnarly flavor that haunts you every time you swallow.
That is what I'm feeling like right now. That aftertaste. The nausea that comes after uncomfortable feelings. That leeeetle line that pops up in between your forehead when you think about what you could have done differently.
Ugh...I hate it when I reaffirm opinions of teenagers.
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