Dear Mr. Lo
So you really think you can get away with the two drinks you owe me like this?? You've. Got. To. Be. Shitting. Me! I'm totally ready to fuck you over when I see you at the bar with whoever the cunt you're dating. And I'm so gonna invite her to our frat party this semester. If she dares to come just because she knows our cute social chair. I swear I will screw the shit out of her in our house.
And you know what? Don't act like you care. Because you don't! It will only disgust me to guts when you text me being all caring and sweet while you are sleeping with that bitch from the slut-rority. Sorry (and not sorry), but honestly I never regret rejecting you. Cuz I never wanted to be your girlfriend whatsoever! So... Mr. Narcissism, good luck with your AEI competition this year and you are so gonna lose it! Sucker!!
You said you were sorry about asking me to admit I was crazy about you?! Come on... you are so not sorry about what you've done to me. You don't give a crap! You felt bad probably just because you were a little drunk when you text me expecting I would put a fucking crown on your head and pray you?! Kiss my ass, you fucker!
Oh, and just FYI, I really don't give a flying fuck of who the fuck are you fucking now. So give me a break, would you?! You can now officially go fuck yourself and leave me alone!
XOXO
Laura
