Dear Stacey... when i met you in the mental asylum you seemed like a nice girl... as it turns out you're an alcoholic cokehead slut who constantly bombarded me with negativety until I wondered if God hates me... although i was considerate of your feelings and tried to ditch you in the kindest way possible, you immediately turned on me with vicious mean-spiritednessnussesed insults! Thank-you, that made it so much easier to resolve my mixed feelings aboot leaving you! I wish you the best: happiness and peace! Although, in the end, I'm sure you will slowly wither and die from your selfish addictions, CIAO!

yeah man. addictions are very ugly!

best of luck to you my friend!