Bricks

Today I went to a sweat lodge. In there it's like a giant tee-pee with blankets on it and then they build a fire and pour water on it, It gets super hot.

I felt like I was being cooked in a pizza oven. Pizza ovens are made of bricks.

I can't even eat pizza.

I still do,  though.

It sucks to have a food allergy. It makes me miss a lot of school... A lot of assignments. It causes a lot of stress for me.  My body is a little mess but I thank it every day for keeping me going so that I can feel laughter and love.

I'm sorry Mr. Nelson that i'm not a very good student. I try real hard but somehow giving my all usually just gets me a D- grade. I am super grateful to be in Creative Writing. Especially because i'm a junior. My heart is in this. Whether my journal be wrecked enough or my blog posts long enough, just know I really did try.

bricks?