Sad Baby on Parasites (or vice versa)

Dear Diary,

I have passed the last of the tainted milk and my thoughts now return to the vile parasites taking over my body.  There is a repugnant colony of stringy organisms growing on my head. They continue to multiply at an  astounding rate. The authorities refer to these interloping monsters as "hair".  From observations of the authority called Daddy- they feed on your brain, and grow more dense as they voraciously consume your compassion. If my demeanor takes a sour turn, you will know that the hair has overcome me.

There is another frightful creature that has taken up residence in my mouth.  Again the authorities have tried to explain it away, saying it is my tongue. Bullocks! It is in no way mine. It has a mind of it's own. The despicable critter kept me up all night. It constantly thrashes in and out of my pursed lips. There is no containing the horrid thing. It yearns to sample anything within its reach and may be controlling my mind.  It ravenously licked my hand for 30 minutes solid, then licked the cuff of my sleeping uniform, and did not rest until it had gorged on the blanket for no less than 20 agonizing minutes.

Between hair and tongues I'm up to my elbows in problems- and the authorities are no help.

This week's priorities- Continue tugging at my "hair"- even if it hurts and makes me cry.
Exterminate the tongue, maybe trick  it into licking something more sinister than itself.

-Sad Baby