Sep 03, 2006 07:23
an email correspondance between the devil (grandparents & i)
sent 1:
I really cant do this, I'll go to Towson or something second semster, this is
too much for me. I feel like I'm dying.
response 1:
Simone,
YOu are the best, the greatest and I am sure you will live through this.
We love you,
Grandma and Artie
sent 2:
Seriously, what is wrong with you? Do you have schizophrenia? Are you bipolar?
Or are you just fucking crazy!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?! Seriously. Why dont you save me
the agrivation and save yourself the money and just let me come home. I
shouldnt be medications you should.
Dont ever write "We love you" or anything to that extent at the end of an
email/letter/correspondence of any kind ever again. You big fat liar.
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i cant wait for response 2.
seriously i am not staying here more than a year, i guarentee you that.
also i peed all over the rug in my room today because i held it in for so long when i finally stood up it just came running out.
also i lost 7 pounds.
i ordered more pizza from dominos to be delivered at 12:15 in the morning so that i wont have to see anyone when i go out to get it. hahahahhahahahahhahaha.
I LOVE MY BS! (BRENT AND BRITTA DERRRRRRRRRRR)