Too Hot to Handle and I've Only Got Two Hands

Dear Fate//God//None of the Above,

It's either none at all or far too much. You solved my dilemma last week; yes I was perhaps somewhat broken, but I was free to explore the world of hopeful possibility. Now am I to be handed another dream-killing reality slice? A shard of something that may make or break any crap I've been plotting? A slice and shard I might very well like to be cut by?

I'm too much in lust for this.

Wontly no one's,
Jezebel