dear chelc,
FUCK. i can't even find the words to convey how upset i am with you. you were supposed to inherit my cat and my guitars when i died of a drug overdose when i became a famous rock star. now who will? you never even called me. i wish you would have. i would have flown/driven the 2,000+ miles if you ever needed me too. i'll never forget all the euchre, beer pong, marlboro milds, and when we would move the couch as close to the tv as possible when we played guitar hero. most importantly, i will never forget all the pot. you were my best friend and everything that i do in my life from now on will be for you. i know you'll never read this, but i love you, and i will miss and think of you everyday for the rest of my life. i can't understand it, but i hope you are happier where ever you are, and i believe with all my heart that i will see you again someday. I FUCKING LOVE YOU CHELC
love always and forever,
lisa