dear you-know-who-the-fuck-you-are-you-piece-of-shit,
what the fuck is your problem? all i ever tried to do was be a good friend to you and you fucking lead me on, you insensitive little prick. i actually liked you. but the fact of the matter is, i’m a much better person than you’ll ever be. but you’re so fucking far in denial, yeah, pretend to be aloof. i know your fucking games. you’re gonna get screwed over in the future bud. you’re living a lie. i’m done with you. you’re as good as dead to me. fuck off and get bent.
sincerely,
me
dear fuckface,
i’m so fucking annoyed at the fact that you single-handedly stole a friend and a guy that i actually cared about and you’re too caught up in your own little world to see it. you are the most manipulative and fake bitch i’ve ever met. i’m assuming you must get a kick out of stealing people’s friends, breaking up relationships and stealing other people’s boyfriends. you’ll do anything to be noticed by these people; you’ll do anything to get close to people’s friends and you know how to play your cards. i’ll give you that. but you make me sick. the fact that you’re too proud and fake to admit to these tactics just shows what a heartless little bitch you are. go die.
sincerely,
me
dear you,
can you not take a hint? are you so far in fucking LALA LAND that you can’t see you’re being a pushy, annoying desperate motherfucker? LEAVE ME ALONE. stop messaging me, stop pressuring me, stop guilt-tripping me. stop breathing. i might as well put a paperbag over that fucking face of yours and light a fire. good riddens. in all honesty, if you want your 15 minutes of my attention, get naked. that’s all you’re good for.
sincerely,
me
