I Talk to Pencils

Dear Life,

You’ve thrown a lot of fucked up shit in my face, in particular putting people I dislike near me and taking the ones I love away. 

I just want to tell you one thing:

One of those days, someone’s gonna come along, and I’m gonna get to keep them. 

And as for the ones whom I’ve lost, there’re always memories, and you won’t get to take that away either.

In your fucking face, Life.