Just tell me you completely regret it so I can stop being so tempted all the time.
Still growing strong,
Amanda
Dear sickness,
What did I ever to do you? We've lived apart peacefully for years and you decide to come back now? And with so much intensity? Just stop. I can handle some body aches, and congestion, and coughing, and a lost voice, but then you go and infect my eye. MY EYE. Really?! Get over yourself and find a new host. Or better yet, just die.
Not usually one for death wishes,
Amanda
Dear intuition,
When you think there might be a police officer with a speed gun thing nearby, there probably is. Tell me to slow down every time.
Keep up the good work,
Amanda
Dear someone in charge,
Making a "joke" to someone in a little note about how you should get married hasn't worked for me yet but I think I'm getting closer. You could probably do something about that right?
I'll keep making "jokes" until someone says "yes",
Amanda
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I'm gonna tell you right away, I miss those 3.5 inches I cut off. They don't seem like much, but they were my friends! And I really miss them! Now I just look like a boy. An ugly boy.
DON'T DO IT.
(but if you do it, go to Candice at Shep Studio. I'll even go with you because it was seriously the BTOML)
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