letter 412
Dear Aly,
Tonight, when I told you to fucking die I was only half kidding. You're incapable of telling the truth, so much so that people are starting to think you're delusional, you're a thief, you're a cheat...I could go on forever. You truly are the bottom scrapings of the gene pool. We can only hope you never breed.
Sincerely hoping someone staples your fucking mouth shut,
Mike.
Tonight, when I told you to fucking die I was only half kidding. You're incapable of telling the truth, so much so that people are starting to think you're delusional, you're a thief, you're a cheat...I could go on forever. You truly are the bottom scrapings of the gene pool. We can only hope you never breed.
Sincerely hoping someone staples your fucking mouth shut,
Mike.