what's life's address?
dear Life,
i read somewhere that when you're really frustrated with some one, you should write a letter to them explaining how you feel and why you feel this way. So, even though you are not a some one and maybe are not even a something, i will write a letter to you to vent.
why do you hate me so much, Life? i mean, i think i was always pretty good to you and treated you fairly well. So why are you doing all this stuff to me? Is this revenge for me saying i hate my life all the time? cuz if it is, then that's just plain immature of you because im just kidding! did you hear that? every time the words i hate my life have come out of my mouth, i have not been serious. if i had been, you'd have been long gone by now, buddy.
ok, maybe it's unreasonable to write a letter of complaint to you..after all, you are only a thingum that floats around somewhere out there and no one ever talks to you, more or less complains about you..so why am i? because we're not just talking like ooh..spilled my milk the other day and tripped this morning in front of a hottie. no, no. this is just a weeee bit worse. everything ranging from witnessing a real burglary (with guns involved) to forgetting homework to car accidents to ringworm to blisters to horses getting sick to losing everything to not being able to go to MOG WOG and the missions trip and the newspaper on monday to me getting sick to everyone i come in contact with crying or becoming a wreck themselvesand plenty more has occurred to me in the past week and a half. yes, im pretty sure that at this point i have every right under the sun to be slightly fed up. even though my frustrations could be described as something a little more strong than "fed up," i will restrain myself from saying any ungodly thing that comes to mind right now.
sure, i dont ahve cancer or aids or anything like that, but don't you know that one big thing, that seems to have a purpose like changing your life is more bearable than a buildup of a million little annoying things that will eventually come out and explode at someone? i mean, there has to be a limit of stupidly annoying things to occur to some one, right? i hope so, because if thats not true, i may die. i am sick of all these annoying things happening.
i am sick of you life.
there, i said it and i mean it hehe.
i promise to never say i hate you again if you stop.
i will give you ice cream (or maybe life-cream HAHA)
just stop annoying me.
who knows, that person i explode at thanks to built up tension may very well be you.
please take these things into consideration.
desperately yours,
Rachel
ps-do you get money for letting that cereal company use your name?
pps-what about the game of life..you should be rich!
ppps- share the wealth with some one who needs it more (ahem ahem)
i read somewhere that when you're really frustrated with some one, you should write a letter to them explaining how you feel and why you feel this way. So, even though you are not a some one and maybe are not even a something, i will write a letter to you to vent.
why do you hate me so much, Life? i mean, i think i was always pretty good to you and treated you fairly well. So why are you doing all this stuff to me? Is this revenge for me saying i hate my life all the time? cuz if it is, then that's just plain immature of you because im just kidding! did you hear that? every time the words i hate my life have come out of my mouth, i have not been serious. if i had been, you'd have been long gone by now, buddy.
ok, maybe it's unreasonable to write a letter of complaint to you..after all, you are only a thingum that floats around somewhere out there and no one ever talks to you, more or less complains about you..so why am i? because we're not just talking like ooh..spilled my milk the other day and tripped this morning in front of a hottie. no, no. this is just a weeee bit worse. everything ranging from witnessing a real burglary (with guns involved) to forgetting homework to car accidents to ringworm to blisters to horses getting sick to losing everything to not being able to go to MOG WOG and the missions trip and the newspaper on monday to me getting sick to everyone i come in contact with crying or becoming a wreck themselvesand plenty more has occurred to me in the past week and a half. yes, im pretty sure that at this point i have every right under the sun to be slightly fed up. even though my frustrations could be described as something a little more strong than "fed up," i will restrain myself from saying any ungodly thing that comes to mind right now.
sure, i dont ahve cancer or aids or anything like that, but don't you know that one big thing, that seems to have a purpose like changing your life is more bearable than a buildup of a million little annoying things that will eventually come out and explode at someone? i mean, there has to be a limit of stupidly annoying things to occur to some one, right? i hope so, because if thats not true, i may die. i am sick of all these annoying things happening.
i am sick of you life.
there, i said it and i mean it hehe.
i promise to never say i hate you again if you stop.
i will give you ice cream (or maybe life-cream HAHA)
just stop annoying me.
who knows, that person i explode at thanks to built up tension may very well be you.
please take these things into consideration.
desperately yours,
Rachel
ps-do you get money for letting that cereal company use your name?
pps-what about the game of life..you should be rich!
ppps- share the wealth with some one who needs it more (ahem ahem)