Let me know when you lose the air to save your breath.

I don't quite understand why life feels the need to skew consistency. It's like "Hey, Kyr... I understand you had a phenomenal month, but now that you're feeling great, I'm going to screw you over a bit."

Originally I'd be fine with life's shenanigans, but I'm particularly fed up with the colossal terribleness of this week! Every possible thing that could go wrong has, and not to mention, anything that could NOT have gone wrong with the things that could have gone wrong... Have. SO! This is a general call to the month of March. Please, please, please throw me some good weather and some good news...

And for god sakes, do not introduce me to any more boys, educational opportunities, or places to park my damn car.

Love, Kyr.