• Maybe we're all just screwed up inside this world, and no purpose of living here. Are we supposed to accomplish something, or finish some sort of destiny and then die?
    Then again, I shouldn't think that way, even if you did take my heart from my own chest. I gave you my heart, but you took advantage of it, and what did you do?
    You smashed it to pieces, one by one killing every loving memory I had for you. You threw it in the trash as if it was one of your little pornagraphy books you like to read, that you throw away after you're done looking at the girls so your parents won't see.
    But my heart isn't meant for that kind of things. It's not supposed to be smashed up, and then thrown away to just rot inside the dump.
    It's supposed to be with you, not away from you. You abonded it, and now you're going for another girl to do the same damn thing with. To hurt her, and make her cry every night, wondering what the hell you did wrong to deserve this s**t, just like how I do.
    Well, maybe we all move on, huh? Sometimes, I wonder why I would want to go for a boy like you. Then again...I was dumb back then and didn't know the meaning of a*****e...
    But I wish you well on your new little plot to destroy another heart. Hopefully, it'll be worst than mine so I don't have to look like you hated me the most out of the rest of the 23 girls you dated.
    And yes I did count. I bet you didn't know that. Now, I shall finish this letter, making it sound a little bit nice.
    Then when you think about it...Why should someone like you deserve some respect?
    Haha, this letter is funny. Maybe when you read this letter, you'll just throw it away and laugh, just like how I am when i'm closing.
    Have a great, wonderful, excellent...Screw it. Have a horrible life!
    Sincerly,
    Sandra Jones
    P.S. I hate you