Dear Eyes,
If you start replaying any part of our last two months together I will sell you on the black market and get new ones. I don't think you understand that I need you to be reliable, and you are not keeping up your end of the deal on this one.
Love,
Bridget
Dear Eye Doctors,
If you could fix my shit the first time and not the twelve hundredth that would be super. My pockets are not deep enough to support the rent on your third vacation home in the countryside.
Love,
Bridget
Dear Internet,
You are adopted.
Love,
Bridget
