Dear World!

You and I haven't always been on the best of terms, have we? We've had our ups and downs just like everyone else. Hey, remember that one time when you broke my elbow? Man, was I mad at you! Christ, during that physical therapy I yelled at you like there was no tomorrow, even cursing your name for a bit. Sorry about that one, by the way.

And then there was that thing about people. How most of them are pretty... bland. You know? I've been pissed about you for years because of that one. I mean, come on. Admit it, World. You could have done a better job there, and you need to accept that. I mean, those of us who want more out of life than just a "nice" house, a "nice" boyfriend, and a "nice" job, we're apparantly pretty scarse and few in between. Who knew? But hell, World, at least there ARE some of them, right?

Well, there's the thing, World. You're too fucking big.

I mean, I could forgive you for the rest of it. The fact that a lot of people are either idiots or total dicks, I could live with that. Hell, maybe I could even grow to like them. We have a complex relationship, you and me, and sometimes you need to learn to overcome the other ones flaws.

But this, world, this is fucking it. I am so tired of your crap. I really am.

So stop calling me, I won't return your calls, ok? We're done, you and me. I don't have the energy to take your crap. I gave you 17 years of my life, World, and you just threw them in the trash.

I'm leaving you. For Mars. Yeah, that's right. You can't say you didn't suspect it. He agrees with me, because apparantly, you are no better friend than you are lover. Goodbye, World. It's over.

Best Wishes, Camilla

Annons

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January 2010