If I had it my way, I would have stabbed you in the fucking eye. I hate you. You sicken me. You deserve every ounce of pain I ever fucking gave and continue giving you. You’re a scum-dribbling catfish in the bottom of the sea of fuck-ups, and rather than being remembered as something special, you’ll be remembered as the piece of shit that vomited negativity when given something challenging to swallow. I hope you read this and drink it in, because letters like this aren’t supposed to hurt, right? Of course not. Who the fuck do you think you are? Not even who, WHAT do you think you are, you fucking animal. If you think calling me a whore, dissing my childhood, and calling me “less than human” is going to make me listen, think again, asshole. I hate you. I loved you then, but I hate you now. You are a worthless piece of trash that belongs in the landfill of DICK.

And you know me, I can forgive the murderer of my parents, if my parents got murdered. But it’s a shame that you’ll be the sole person on the face of this planet that will never taste my forgiveness ever again. Inhale, exhale. Taste that? That’s pure unsolicited hatred, and it’s all directed to you thanks to your dick ass move. I repeat what I said the night I blocked you: Go fuck yourself. No “I’m sorry,” is going to save you now. Every single girl in the state will know just how fucking worthless you are in time. Just watch. You’ll be just like the rest of them, fucking around, getting STDs, drinking, getting high, just because you think you’re above anything else. You aren’t shit. And that rheumatoid arthritis won’t give you any special treatment. “Boo hoo, I have rheumatoid arthritis.” Oh yeah? Too bad. That’s a piece of shit excuse to be a jerk. Leave me alone. I don’t want to ever talk to you again. Good bye.