Dear Internet,

What does it mean if you alternate between hating someone, feeling plutonic love, and wanting to fuck them?

Confused,
Me.

Dear Cruel World,

I know you're cruel because all of my bad dreams go on for an eternity (in bed time) but my good dreams are interrupted by my alarm without fail?
Disappointedly,
Me

Dear Me,

My Valentines gift to you is that you don't have to do anything for anyone all day.


Much love,
Me

Dear Anorexic Girl at the Gym

You do not belong at the gym, you belong in a coma.


From,
The Fatty at the Gym