Dear Piece of Shit,
You have GOT to be kidding me. The holidays are hard for you now, huh? Because he's gone, you just can't get into the Christmas spirit? Fuck. You. It had been YEARS since you'd even seen him when he died ass hole. You were the last person he wanted anything to do with. He fucking hated you. Your Christmas isn't ruined because he's dead. Your life hasn't changed at all. You're still the same miserable piece of shit you've always been, thinking of no one but yourself. You contribute nothing of worth to this planet, and even less to this family. In fact, you've NEVER been a part of this family. We exist in spite of you, fucker, not because of you. The next time you feel like sharing your self-pity ridden bull shit, keep it to yourself, you inconsiderate fuck. No one cares.
Sincerely,
The bitch looking for a way to remove your DNA from hers
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