Contacts are a bitch
Yeah, so here is a story...When i was younger all i wanted were braces and glasses. "why?", everyone is questioning. Well...I thought that braces would just be sooo coool to have and take care of: 1. i could change the colors of the rubber bands and 2. they were just so cool. Anywho, was i soo completely wrong! They were such a bitch and they hurt like hell to get on and off. At least i was lucky enough to only be forced into wearing them for about 2 years and then came the oh-so-lovely retainers, which yes, i still do have and occasionally wear for a night. Gotta have those pearly whites. But, moving on. So yea then came the glasses. When i was in third grade i decided to be cool and purchase a pair of glasses at Claire's at the mall. And yes they were so fake. But then middle school rolled around (don't worry, i wasn't still wearing the fake glasses) and i began to squint. I squinted all the time. My mom and my sister yelled at me and said i look funny. So thats when i took a trip to the eye doctor. And wouldn't ya know my second dream came true, I needed glasses!!!! Yay! BUT, wait! about every year after I received my first pair of glasses my vision got worse. I would stop wearing my glasses or i would forget them at home and i would continue to squint. So now this is where i am. I need to wear either my glasses or contacts at all times or i will have difficulty maneuvering. BUT there is another BUT, I can't really wear my contacts as often as i would like. You see my eyes tend to reject the contacts and they get very irrateted...this has been happening only recently. So i'm forced to wear my glasses about 6 days of the week opposed to my contacts everyday. And oh yes, I forget to wear my retainer for months so my teeth shift and then when i do remember i get massive headache's in the morning from wearing the retainer after months. Wow my grammar is sooo bad right now. But i can deal with it. So thats the story that i wanted to tell as i take my contacts out of my eyes. Yeah, i know what you are thinking...what a sad story and i must have been traumatized. Eh, i'll get over it. But thanks for you time.