Dear *, I know you are very sure of what you're doing and I hope that you'll continue on with no regrets. Thank you for being there when I needed you to (almost) and still being my really good friend. Thank you for reuniting me back with Jesus :)
Dear Wuss, I don't give a flying fuck as to what you do and whatever stories you're going to make up about me just to justify your actions during those times and even up till now. You bring fail to a whole new level, seriously, and stop wallowing in self-pity because it's seriously grosteque. Also, please stop fucking trampling on other people just to get to where you want to :) It's quite rude, yah. And thanks for the love; I never loved you. It was all just to make you happy, Emo Kid. Oh, and stop the pretence, poseur. :)
Dear Prude, please learn to respect others before commanding others. And stop being so fucking sensitive because it is just a game. Just because you helped me out so much, it doesn't mean I've to repay in threefolds because dude, it just doesn't work that way. Friends don't dog friends? Apparently you don't treat me like one, so speak for yourself first, you jabroni.
Right now, I love everything I have now and where I am now. I love the way I can make people happy and I'm really happy for everything else:) Especially with my friends and everything else... and billard.