Dear Uterus....

I hate your stinking guts
You make me vomit
You are scum between my toes

Love
Sarah


p.s.
why do you have to hurt me?

p.s.s.
let's not fight anymore.

p.s.s.s.
I promise not to punch you if you stop being crabby and mean and making me bend over in severe pain so that I am late to work and once at work can't move or function.

Thanks.