THE MORNING AFTER A CAFFEINE HIGH

You know what Life? You can just piss off. I'm sick of your funny little games. I'm done being in a soap opera. And I don't think pursuing happiness should warrant you tossing me back in there. I would tell you, dear Life, to go to hell, if you could. But I can't, so I'll just be pissy until you let me know everything is ok, ok?

Addendum: Ok, life, thanks. I'll let it slide this time

Love,
-Amber, not anitcipating the biochem test-