Ahem

Dear Life,

You have sufficiently not lived up to expectations thus far. When I wanted to be normal and have friends, I got my entire school hating me because of some colossal misunderstanding and cruel joke. When I wanted to do sports, you threw me a bum knee. When I got over that, you gave me an unreceptive stomach. When I learned to deal with that, you brought the knee back around. With that over and done with, you ruined chocolate for me by prescribing a life long dose of migraines. When I wanted to be loved, you made me pretty. Awesome! But you forgot to include boys who actually like me. Dang it!

I find myself unsatisfied with the way things are going with us. It seems like we're going in different directions, but you're driving, so I'm stuck for the ride, staring out the windows at the things I want to, but can't, do. I'm not saying we should break up or even take a break, because what we have is special and will last a lifetime. But can't you go easy on me? Don't you know I'll never leave you? Surely you must know that in the end it will be you leaving me? And when that inevitable end comes, don't we want some good memories to look back on? To say we had a good run together? Can't we stop at a few places I'd like to see? I hope we can reconcile our differences.

Love, self