Dear you,
I hope you had fun meeting them. You make me nauseous. You used me, leave and then come again to try to use me again. But you know what? I'm not stupid anymore. You can go and fuck yourself to meet them again because I won't give you nothing else. I don't want to see you face EVER again.
Hate,
Catarina.
(this is good to make us happier. I like this topic already *-*)