Breathe

I can’t wait to get septum surgery so i can breathe. i know that i shouldn’t think this way, that this one little fix will solve all my problems and that i’ll finally be Happy, but it’s hard not to envision the potential cascade of effects that improved breathing could have on my life.

poor nasal breathing is the reason i sound like this, look like this, think like this, live like this. people complain about others’ smell at events and i have no idea what they’re talking about. it’s because i can’t smell anything because i cannot breathe through my nose.