Today it starts. I have to go to work in all of my fat-baby-cheek glory. EW. This is not ok. I AVOID MIRRORS. The inside of my mouth still has stitches! How am I supposed to take my drugs if I am at work?? Plus its embarrassing because my mom has to take me to work because I cant drive because the narcotics make me dizzy. The most terrible thing about this is I have round fatty cheeks anyway so it basically looks like I just gained some weight.
I am so upset about my face and its chipmunk-like qualities I wrote a haiku:
Chipmunk cheeks I have
People will think it is fat
I just want to sleep
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