Change or fuck off.
Every year now, around the winter holidays, I get sharp headaches as though someone stepped inside a room full of people chattering about the weather. Here I am now having a bloody headache wondering why can’t these people just shut up and keep their thoughts off about me. Too bad you won’t receive a postcard from me, and neither was I nor will I ever be an invitee at your Christmas Eve dinner parody. Suckers.