Dear Drama,
Where did you come from? Why do you have to wreak havoc where there doesn't need to be any? You aren't helpful; you rip apart family, friends, neighbors, countries. You don't solve problems, you just make them worse. I'll admit, I left the door unlocked, but I didn't invite you in. But now that you're here, I'll see what I can do to tenderly brush your matted fur. You teach me patience; I hope you will be patient too. Things aren't as bad as you think they are. Let's talk it over. Please, Drama, won't you have a cup of tea?
Yours,
Leslie
1 comment:
Dear Drama,
I wish I could be as hospitable as Leslie, but I can't and I'm just going to say it:
eat poo and die.
Best,
Erin
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