No. Actually I don't.

I ALWAYS wish you would drop dead. I know it's wrong and I shouldn't. But still. I wish you would.

I'm not sad you hate my guts. Because I hate yours.

Your guts, I mean.

I'm just frustrated that I had wasted three years of my life when I could've befriended some other people who don't have chaotic mood swings and don't go on a depression spree ergo desrupting my supposedly perfect holidays.

YES. YOU EFFING RUINED MY PERFECT HOLIDAY.

And I EFFING hate you for it.

Also, you know what? You weren't the only one who had an awful three years. Because mine was worse. And your horrible time was the result of your stupid attitude in the first place. So put your money where your mouth is, you moron!

You not showing up will be the best thing that has ever happened to me. Okay, maybe not the best but it definitely will be a 'one of '. Unlike you, I'm not a depressed geezer.

Okay, I may be a little bit off but seriously, you piss the hell out of me. I wasn't at first because I didn't want three years of 'pure torture' to go down into the drain because of one (two?) emotional outbursts.

But I guess this is it. I seriously didn't expect it to end this way. I certainly didn't see it coming. But seeing you can't 'move on from such a horrible experience', then it's your problem. You can go jump off a cliff for all I care. Be my guest.

Or just drop dead. Anything's fine with me.

To hell with 'kiss and make up'. I ain't kissing a drama queen.

Lots of hate from the self-proclaimed masochist,
Miss Hope

P/s: Sorry for the sudden outburst. It just feels great dissing someone you know?