Thank you for not judging me too harshly when I stumbled in and asked for the morning after pill. Thank you for ignoring the fact that I smelled like alcohol and thank you for responding to, "I need Plan B," with a sober, "Oh, yes." Thank you for explaining to me how to take it, and thank you for explaining quietly.
Dear hopefully unfertilized egg:
Sorry to get you all excited, but your possible dad and I aren't ready for kids yet. I hope you understand, and that some day, we meet again. My little maybe baby.
Dear vagina:
You're fucking retarded and I'm never listening to you again.
Love,
Amanda