Dear yeah, You know who You are:

Stop it. Please. I get the point, already

on second thoughts...

Dear Green-eyed Jealousy Monster:

Go away. I hate you. You're making me miserable. Go sit on somebody else's shoulder. Or go disintegrate somewhere. And take that d@mn Self-pity Cloud with you.

What I wouldn't give for a mood profile that didn't whip up and down like an insane bat, sigh... now where did I leave that 86% cocoa dark chocolate.