Dear Life,

Could you please stop throwing me curved balls and hitting me in the head until I fall flat on my face and can't even see straight? It would really help me out if you could simplify things and just let me focus on one tiny little thing for any given period of time. But you are a demanding master, and you never let my poor head have a rest. In fact you've been so greedy lately that you've asked for my heart, and I really don't appreciate it at all. Is it not enough that you require all my mental capacities? (although they're not much to boast of I know) Must you drag my heart through the mud and make me question everything I thought I knew? I suppose it's about time you humbled me again, because I have grown rather confident as of late. But as of right now, I would like you to know, I've decided I know absolutely nothing at all.
Love,
Elyse