An Angry Letter From Me, the Sun

Fuck you and your 9-5 workdays. And fuck your vacation days, too. 

To Whom it May Concern (Unappreciative Humans):

I’d like to reiterate the fact that I hate you and your typical work week that you love to bitch about. I work everyday. Every single day. Every holiday, every non-holiday. All the fucking time. I am never thanked, and I don’t get to call in sick.

I've been working since before any of you were even born. And I will continue to work long after all of you are gone. I’m not saying that I need a thank-you party everyday, (But maybe once a month would be nice).

Honestly, without me, you’d all be dead. I’m not trying to use this as the pity card or guilt trip you, or whatever, I’m just here to state some facts.

For those of you who work “Sun up, to sun down” a few times a week… I am the sun, bitch. I can see you “working,” meaning checking your facebook, having an affair with your ugly secretary, and conning the underpaid temp into doing most of the work for you.

No, I’m not going to publicly call you out. I’m just saying a little more appreciation for me, and a little less bitching from you, would be wonderful.

Unfortunately, all of this work and no play, has made me into a Sun that I never thought I would be. I am depressed. I just got my heart broken by Mars because she thinks I've been working too much and spending too much time with Earth!

Writing this letter was supposed to help me feel better. But alas, after reading about my depressing life, I have decided that suicide might be my only option. I might just blow myself up. It had never occurred to me as a form of suicide before, but you humans talk about me doing that all of the time! So you might just get your wish…

The next letter you might read, may just be my suicide note… Thanks a lot for all of your help…

Regards,

The One and Only Sun