Thanks for trying to punch me in the gut ONE LAST TIME before leaving my life forever. I won't forget you, but I'll certainly try my best to wipe your existence from my memory if it's the last thing I do.
Grow a pair and get over it.
August of 2010
Dear August of 2010,
I'll grow a pair when you stop sucking....oh wait, you're over...Consider my pair grown (wait, that sounded a lot better in my head).