Dear Midterms, I hate you. Like with a passion.
Dear Work, I love that you allow me to afford my awesome apartment and food and all, but I don't need you sucking up every ounce of free time I possess.
Dear October, I'm glad you're here and I hope you bring me amazing things over the next few weeks.
Dear Family, I'm sorry the aforementioned work is keeping me here instead of letting me go to St. Louis. I miss you all like crazy.
Dear beautiful cousin, Congrats on finding out you're having a girl! I can't wait to spoil her.
Dear Fat, GO AWAY. I hate you.
Dear junk food, Stop making me fat.
Dear Friday, you're letting me down.
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