Dear...

Mar 24, 2010 12:23

Dear the world,

MY FACE HURTS LOTS AND I WANT TO SHOOT THINGS WITH BULLETS ARGH ARGH ARGH.

ARGH,
Me

Dear parent,

The reason I sound 'chirpier' than usual is, because of stress and house moving and my own fail, I futzed my prescription drop off and had to tail down my doses over the weekend to cover me. It's not chirpy, it's mania.

Frenetically,
Me

Dear Mania,

Please go and die in a ditch.

Homicidally,
Me

Dear universe,

Can it be two weeks forward in time already?

Pathetically,
Me

whining, woe, state of me

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