Dear Aunt Anne;
I really hate you, you know that?
Yeah, let's walk from the pharmacy to the sports store.
We'll walk there, and spend an hour and a half walking.
It took us 20 minutes just to drive there, b`tch.
And while we're at it, let's yell at Kris because he stated a common fact.
Oh, bloody hell, yes.
Why don't we all bow down to you like you're f`cking royalty.
"You don't deserve to be in hockey, young man!"
Oh really? You'll yell at my cousin that way?
Well, you don't deserve to have a son. Or siblings.
Or even that BLOODY WONDERFUL niece you have called Kristin.
God dammit. What do you deserve?
To live a bloody wonderful lonely life.
There's a reason why Mark divorced you.
Because you're a selfish, greedy, self-proclaimed perfect prat.
I don't care about anyone but myself, right? Is that what you think?
Is that why I HATE YOU?
No. I hate you because you treat your son like sh`t.
BLOODY HELL, YOU TREAT EVERYONE LIKE SH`T.
There's a FLIPPING REASON why your son yelled at you today.
Get that through your THICK FLIPPING SKULL, DAMMIT.
-That niece that had a freak out today in the parking lot because you were being a *******.
Dear Courtney;
You've known me since we were three.
You've known Damien for two weeks.
The last time I was at your house,
All you did was text Damien every 2 minutes.
-I hate you
Dear neighbour's dogs;
SHUT UP!.
-Human neighbour
Dear self;
Are you still p`ssed off?
Oh right. Of course you are.
-Kristin