Fuck you, I sincerely hate you with a fucking passion that only I can describe.

You don't fucking go away. You fucking stay here and decide to make yourself a fucking home. Well thanks a whole goddamn lot.

You must really love to make my life a living hell, even after I kicked the habit a year ago. The fucking NEED for the stuff keeps coming back.

Oh, did I mention that I don't have any friends in real life that care? Fuck no they don't. They really goddamn don't.

They're just like, "oh, okay," and go on with their lives.

Yeah, I quit you COLD FUCKING TURKEY. Do you know how much effort that took? FUCKING TONS.

It was godlessly hard.

Fuck you, and again, fuck you. You are a terrible thing, you should not exist. There is nothing about you that is good.

You are the shit stains on the bottom of everyone's shoes. I hope you burn and die.

Love,

Fuck you.