At least Spring is a pretty time of year to die

I am dying.

I am covered in a thick film of green pollen and I am dying.

I wish the bloomin' trees would hurry up and bloom already and then the rain could come and maybe wash all the horrible green haze out of the air and I could breathe again. And my eyes would stop watering. And my throat would not feel like it was so swollen that the two parts that are supposed to be separate and allow air through them were, instead, seeing what it felt like to rub shoulders. And then my ears would not have to hurt because of how congested I am.

And then maybe life would once more be worth living.