Dear Reactions,

I know last night you were toyed with. A lot. Yes, I renamed you and shuffled you around, not to mention put so much weight on your shoulders when I expected you to be there for me.
I mean, being a reaction has got to be hard, and I take it for granted that you'll just magically appear on my blog at the click of a button.

But, at the same time reactions, you are a responsible blog function and you need to do your job. I'm not yelling at you, reactions, I just think that coming to work every day and on time is the right thing to do. I'm sure that when you think about it, you'll realize that too.

There's got to be some sort of compromise we can make here. I won't play with you as much, and leave the blog coding alone for a little bit so you can get used to your new environment. In return, maybe you could crawl out from hiding and come great the new world I've prepared for you. I'm sure you'll like it, you'll get clicked a lot and people will play with you. It's really fun, I promise. Just ask all the other blog reactions.

It's sort of what you're made to do. So, I'll make your life a little easier, and you just do your thing.

Lots of Love,
Eagerly awaiting your homecoming,

Penskii.

Edit upon seeing that reactions still are not working:

Dear Reactions,

Fuck you.

No more love ever in life,
Penskii.