Dear Universe,
I’d appreciate if you would stop shitting on me. I’m trying to move my life in the right direction, but you seem to disagree and push me into the same old b******* you always have. I suppose there are plenty of people that have lived and died horribly s***** lives and you treated them with the same disregard for happiness that you’ve given me, but I want it to stop. I feel like you want me to be so sick of living that I thow in the towel. What did I do to you, Universe? Quit being such a d*** and leave me alone!
Sincerely,
me