Dear John, I know who you are, please stop following me. If you don't stop by tomorrow night I will not hestitate to call the police. If I die there is a letter to be opened at the bank with outright evidence of this harrassment, it is in your best interests to let me go. I know you think if you keep this charade up for long enough I will fall in love with you but I won't. This, John, is pathetic and you need to move on with your life. Yours sincerely, Jai. P.s. Refusal is not an option. P.p.s please stop sending me dead puppies. You're scaring the neighbours
i still don't know what that thing is but joejet.com is a great site, thanks azucena, i hate you even more now!
Dear John, You have made my life a living hell. You have cared about noone but yourself. I have come to you and cried my eyes out, hoping that you could understand how your disrespect breaks my heart. But you have continued to do whatever the hell you want. Its ok though because I will be fine. One day you will realize what you lost and will wish like anything you could have been a man instead of a worthless piece of shit. Karma is a bitch. I hope it bites your ass hard. Marie oops, my ex-husbands name was John
Dear Hellvis, You were the love of my life. I know I've only known you for 3 days, but those 3 days were like heaven on earth! Alas, nothing compares to you. You're a God, really. Looking at you in all your beauty and brilliance is too painful for us mere mortals. This is why I must break things off between us. I've realized I'm simply not good enough for you and feel inadequate in your presence. Even though I'm heartbroken and feel I have no choice but to go kill myself immediately after sending you this letter, I just hope you know that it was all worth it! YES IT WAS ALL WORTH IT!!! I wouldn't change a thing, even knowing this has led to my untimely death. Thank you for giving my pitiful life some meaning and joy. I just hope you will find someone worthy of you, but I doubt it. After all, you're the greatest! Sincerely, lowly little worm aka "me"
Dear Hellvis, I was fucking with you, like I always do. I like to screw with your emotions and watch you squirm. I'm breaking up with you, but I'll still call you next week for some "I might get back together with you" sex. Then I'll play you a few times, make you want me again in a big way, before tossing you aside like a pile of rubbish. When you come crawling on your hands and knees I will point and laugh, before kicking you in the gut and watching you rolling around in pain. Then I'll feel a sense of closure. Until next week then... Bye.