To Whom It May Concern
You have more emotions than a 13 year old girl. As excited as you may be about moving back, I don't think Texas is big enough for both of us and all of your feelings. I'm sorry I'm not depressed all the time and that I hang out with my friends and laugh and can make fun of myself. I know 3/4 Calculus Douchebag and I are not dating now, but if we ever did I wouldn't have to worry about him also dating
some "'COCK'roach" or however you refer to those of African-American descent. I'm sorry you are such a creeper and like to read my wall-to-wall and get upset that you weren't in the wagon when I play Oregon Trail. I like to make up words, I hope you don't mind. But clearly you do because you had a bitch fit on election night when I used the word "statusi", excuse me if I offended you. But at least I use punctuation making my paragraphs readable to other people. I'm sorry I'm too dumb for texting. I was trying to get help, but you obviously had a problem with my choice of tutor. Next time, I'll find a fug lesbian. I apologize I wasn't able to get an apartment with you next year. My mom didn't feel it would be right. She says I could only live with a guy under two conditions: he was gay or he was my boyfriend. And you are not either of those, although the peacoat kind of raises some questions. I'm sorry I screwed everything up, because I know you could do no wrong. Well I'm off to go have falafel and rockband time.
Sincerely yours
some "'COCK'roach" or however you refer to those of African-American descent. I'm sorry you are such a creeper and like to read my wall-to-wall and get upset that you weren't in the wagon when I play Oregon Trail. I like to make up words, I hope you don't mind. But clearly you do because you had a bitch fit on election night when I used the word "statusi", excuse me if I offended you. But at least I use punctuation making my paragraphs readable to other people. I'm sorry I'm too dumb for texting. I was trying to get help, but you obviously had a problem with my choice of tutor. Next time, I'll find a fug lesbian. I apologize I wasn't able to get an apartment with you next year. My mom didn't feel it would be right. She says I could only live with a guy under two conditions: he was gay or he was my boyfriend. And you are not either of those, although the peacoat kind of raises some questions. I'm sorry I screwed everything up, because I know you could do no wrong. Well I'm off to go have falafel and rockband time.
Sincerely yours