NaCl

My mom brought some fruits to me. As she was waiting for me to finish them, she was looking at the stuff on my table.
"What's this?"
"Glow in the dark."
"What's this?"
"A little glass jar containing salt."
"What's it for?"
"Freaking ulcer."

You know.. those that people give out little honey jars for the wedding. Or mini sticky jars, that rich candy.

Usually when I have an ulcer, I let it heal itself if it's not bothering me. And it usually recovers fast. This time, I have one. Wait, two. In a position I have to put air under my tongue like a stupid frog. Someone even thought I was acting cute *stares at yip man*.

And just now I'm like dissolving salt on it, one by one, seeing it disolve.

Now it's fucking numb hohooohohho please recover. I'm eating with mouth not so closed to avoid touching it. I'm looking like a crazy person doing faces and I'm sitting right in front of the lecturer for three hours of bio. So done!!

Lip's drying. Ohgosh if you dont recover I'm gonna put pinch of salt. Fuck you, ulcer. Fuck you.