Dear Universe,
We need to learn to communicate better. I’m trying to listen to you, but you’re making it very difficult not to think you want me to spend my nights with Mama Cass and pizza.
Help me out–instead of shoving, try to help me become more loving, more patient, more amazing. Give me peace when I am angry and help me forgive those who have wronged me. Bring them love, and help them become better people.
Even though you have been ruthless lately, I still believe in your ability to be kind and to help us all heal.
Love,
The chick ready to beg