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Dear Aunt Flow,
You stood me up again. It's been fifteen days since we were scheduled to check into the red roof inn, and I've not received any flowers, phone calls or anything. All I have left to remember you by are the occasional bouts of cramps, mood swings, bloating and chocolate binges.
Now, really. That's just rude.
You come and go as you please, sometimes walking out for five months at a time without warning. I mean, the first three years were fantastic, an absolute dream, but after that you just got flaky. I miss you so. I just wish you would come home in a more punctual manner.
Am I an embarrassment to you?
Was it something I did?
Was it something I said?
A dozen times a year isn't so bad, is it?
Please, darling. It's not you, it's me. Things don't have to end this way.
Come home.
Much love and for seriouslys,
-Katoris.
You stood me up again. It's been fifteen days since we were scheduled to check into the red roof inn, and I've not received any flowers, phone calls or anything. All I have left to remember you by are the occasional bouts of cramps, mood swings, bloating and chocolate binges.
Now, really. That's just rude.
You come and go as you please, sometimes walking out for five months at a time without warning. I mean, the first three years were fantastic, an absolute dream, but after that you just got flaky. I miss you so. I just wish you would come home in a more punctual manner.
Am I an embarrassment to you?
Was it something I did?
Was it something I said?
A dozen times a year isn't so bad, is it?
Please, darling. It's not you, it's me. Things don't have to end this way.
Come home.
Much love and for seriouslys,
-Katoris.