An open (or is it closed?) letter

Dear Poppy's emotions,

You were doing so well. You were keeping the human in general happiness mode. Nothing phased her. She made great decisions. She even could argue with a clear, calm head. What the fuck* happened? Now she's pissy and moody and downright grumpy for no apparent reason, and you aided and abetted in the gaining of 4 lbs in one weekend. What is wrong with you? Shape up or ship the f out.

Sincerestly,
the human element referred to as Poppy


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*I only spelled out the f word once, so this post is rated PG-13. Right? I think.