Dear Life

I wanted to say thank you, for M2O this last school year, because it really made school and living a lot better than any other choices I had. It was also very useful for reeducating me in the areas of self-worth and personal capabilities. Those months were the proof that here, now, I can succeed in science, in life, in whatever gets tossed at me.

And yet, Life, I am pissed at you because you give me no such choice in this coming year. I have need of eighty more credits to graduate and you are not helping me in that goal; if fact, you are making me want to quit and go spend my time playing with bits of rock and wire. How can you justify this sudden turn?

Also, if you haven't yet noticed, I do not like taking pills, and yet you have given me no real choice in the matter. If we take it as given that I want to live, then I have to take these goddamn pills, talk to people that can't actually fix me, and walk around believing that I am anything but trustworthy, constantly second-guessing myself, and always, always, always hating every moment of it. And I blame you completely, which soothes certain self-doubts but does nothing about the problem(s) you've given me.

So, Life? I think you should go fuck yourself.

Sincerely,
Me