MATE. FEED.

____. You've improved since 6th grade. By far. But.... ugh. Still. I don't even know what to say.

_____. SHUT THE ******** UP YOU MOTHER ******** LARD a**. You never shut up! NEVER! You're so ******** rude! And mean! You're worse than ^ was even IN 6th grade! JESUS! And what you did to Caitlin! Mother of God you ******** a*****e. I. Hate. You.

______. Words can't express how I feel towards you. Hatred doesn't come close.

_______. What did I do? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't stand it.... I need you.

Thornbush. I hate you. I need you. Rollin was hoping you'd leave permanently. No... impossible.

_____. I'm sorry I didn't/haven't spoken to you in so long... I miss you. I'm sorry I do.

____. AAAAARGH JESUS MOTHER OF GOD YOU JUST....... AAAAAAAAAARGH! I WANT TO KILL YOU!

Me. -talking in third person- You're disgusting. So gross. You ******** up everything. EVERYTHING! Everything you get near turns to ruins. Everything. Relationships. Your life. Friends. Every little mother ******** thing. I hate you. I hate you so ******** badly. I want to kill you most of all.


KILL. REPEAT.