Fuck You.

FUCK YOU

YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT, I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON ALL THE GODDAMN PILES OF HAIR THAT HAVE CLUMPED AND MATTED INTO THEIR OWN BEINGS ON YOUR FLOOR. YOU USE ME TO CLEAN UP AFTER YOUR LAZY ASS AND BUY YOUR FUCKING TOILET PAPER AND YOU USE MY KETCHUP TO MAKE SHIT FUCKING SOUP. ALL YOU DO IS SLEEP, SHOWER, AND FUCKING WORK. I HATE YOU. I HAVE HATED YOU SINCE HIGH SCHOOL. WE WOULD DITCH YOU AT LUNCH TIME BECAUSE IT IS AGONIZING TO WATCH YOU EAT, ALL YOU DO IS STARE AT YOUR FOOD FOR 30 SECONDS BEFORE YOU EVEN TAKE A BITE. AND THE WAY YOU MOVE YOUR MOUTH IS NOT FUCKING CUTE, ITS FUCKING DISGUSTING AND IT MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE YOU’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A STROKE.

YOU ARE MOVING IN ORDER TO GET OUT OF DEBT? GIVE ME A BREAK – THAT WILL NEVER, EVER HAPPEN. YOU SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO HAVE A CREDIT CARD OR EVEN A LIBRARY CARD FOR THAT FUCKING MATTER. THE FACT THAT YOU AREN’T TELLING ME UNTIL FRIDAY IS A FUCKING JOKE – YOU THINK I’M GOING TO DAMAGE YOUR CAR BECAUSE YOU’RE MOVING OUT? GIVE ME A BREAK, YOU OBVIOUSLY DON’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT ME. I WOULD NEVER FUCK UP YOUR CAR, BECAUSE WHEN I HAND YOU THE ROOM-MATE CHRONICLES, YOU WILL REALIZE THAT I’VE DONE WAY MORE DAMAGE TO YOU THEN A BASEBALL BAT TO A CAR WOULD EVER DO. THIS IS WHAT I THINK OF YOU. YOU ARE A FUCKING WASTE OF SPACE.