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an open letter
DEAR HORMONES,
FUCK OFF.
No love,
me.
PS. STOP MESSIN' WITH ME. You won't like me when I'm angry.
PPS. (you could all alleviate my angst and wrath by writing me Kara/Anders, Dom/Nate, Jean/Scott, or Ghost in the Shell fic)
PPS. DREAM ON IS ABOUT DEAD PEOPLE, PLEASE STOP SAYING IT'S A KARA/ANDERS SONG DAMNIT.
FUCK OFF.
No love,
me.
PS. STOP MESSIN' WITH ME. You won't like me when I'm angry.
PPS. (you could all alleviate my angst and wrath by writing me Kara/Anders, Dom/Nate, Jean/Scott, or Ghost in the Shell fic)
PPS. DREAM ON IS ABOUT DEAD PEOPLE, PLEASE STOP SAYING IT'S A KARA/ANDERS SONG DAMNIT.