~InsanePsychoFreak

Dear Guy with the purple truck,
Gee, thanks for scaring the bloody hell out of me while I was walking to my dad's by blowing a FUCKING AIRHORN PRATICALLY RIGHT IN MY EAR!!!! YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKER NUTLICKING ASSHOLE!!!!! Walking is what I usually do to clear my mind and relax after school and whatnot, I'm in my only little zone then having my own little zen time. And you FUCKED THAT UP FOR ME!!!!! So therefore I blame you for how the rest of my day went. Mostly because I'm positive your some stupid jock and also because I now want to find out who you are where you work/live and slice open all four of your fucking tires. Then I'm going to scratch the fuck out of the body of your truck just for kicks and giggles, furthermore if I ever see you outside of school in a dark secluded area, I'm going the carve out your fucking eyes and play twister with your intestines, GOT IT?!?
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Dear "Caregivers" at daycare and mother who gossip there
First off, FUCK YOU!!!! How fucking dare you accuse me of neglecting Bordie and being the one who caused his diaper rash, when I changed him that morning he was fine, when I picked him up you said he had it. So, it had to have been one of you fucking old bitties who did it. Which I can handle, all babies get diaper rash, big deal, but then you constantly ask what I'm feeding him and say things like "Oh my, does he look yellow to you, he does to me!" or "Is that a scratch on his face? Where did it come from? Are you sure?" Ok bitch, my child has nails like freakin' talons I cut them just about everyday after his bath, they grow superfuckinglong superfreakin'fast hes bound to scratch himself a couple of time. Also to the mothers that stay there to gossip, what the fuck is your problem? huh?! Is it that I'm young and youthful that pisses me off, that I have my whole life ahead of me, and you've wasted yours on talking shit behind the backs of girls like me all your pathetic lives? Go home and watch some fucking Desparate Housewives because your husband won't touch you cause your old, and stretched out, and DRENCH yourself in freakin' perfume. And while your wallowing in your own self pity think of this, when my kids 18, I'll be 35, WHAT NOW YOU FUCKING CUNT!? Still talking about the way I dress, telling the other moms that I make my mother take care of my child while I go out and party? Cause your full of shit. And I hope one day you look in the mirror and find that you've watsed your fucking life talking shit about people and pointing out stupid things like the color of my hair or the jewlery I wear. I hope your children abandon you in a nursing home and you fucking rot.
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Ok, so I feel like I got SOOOOOOO much off my chest, I'm going to go take Brodie and Misfit for a stroller ride/walk and then take a nap. Oh, and if anyone knows who owns the bright ass gay purple truck at GCHS please, do tell.