Dear Cosmic Forces,

Enough already! You've now stabbed me in every way I can think of and I'm sick of it! There is no way in HELL my karma is this bad! Maybe you think this is a good way to get me to forgive my father. You're WRONG! I'm still pissed off that he even called! And maybe my mother having cancer is her own karma biting her in the ass. I might buy that but don't you realize that touches the rest of us in some way?! And now you go and take grandpa. I don't care how old he was...grandma NEEDED him. And Rob's in no shape to take care of all of this. And fuck, do you seriously think Sephie deserves to have her mother even more strung out? No, I don't. But I can only take so much and this whole last year is REALLY pushing it.

So do tell me...how do I fix it? How do I cure cancer? Drug addiction? A brokehearted widow who can't help but ask why? Thumper's shattered dreams? My stupid, stupid heart... People want these answers and I sure as hell don't know them. Sure, I can try my pathetic best, but it's pathetic at best. I don't -get- these things, you see. I'm just smart enough to know that I don't know the answers. I cannot apply some nice little textbook answer to these questions.

The best I can do is sit here sleep deprived, squeezing my orange cat and wishing it would all just go away. Where's my damn drug right about now? Oh wait...

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

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