This is where I find comfort when you've been with me longer Dear Discomfort, You're a sofa, I bought on sale. You looked good from the window but now you're here in my room, making me feel all kinds of miserable. My back hurts, my neck hurts, my tongue hurts, and I can't express this hurt because you're contagious. You'll spread to those who hear about you. So, I'm keeping you to myself. But it feels like I'm lying to everybody around me, I'm pretending for the first time. I don't want to so I'll shut myself out, I'll close all the windows. The sunli
