Tissues.

Colds.

I have a box of tissues in my bedroom, on my night stand.

For some reason I forget that they are there.

I have  a cold right now.

I decide to use toilet paper, to blow my  nose instead of tissues.

Above my lip burns as if I put habanero  pepper juice on as lip gloss.

.The tissues have been sitting there for a year. 

Still full of tissues.

Before I even got the tissues, I wished that I had them. Now that I have them I don't use them. 

What the hell Isla...

What the hell.

Tears.

When I cry, I use tissues no problem.

Not the tissues in my room though. 

I run upstairs to the living room, where there is a box of tissues on the little coffee table.

That one is now empty. 

What the hell Isla...

What the hell.