Something Honest.
I hate you all.
I have no pity, no sympathy, nothing for you.
Hate isn't a strong word.
It's four letters.

The Reason Why.
Since discovering that I am indeed the cause of this mess, I'm positively sure you all have some mindless vendetta against me.
Well fuck you.

Truthfully.
Sincerely.
Whatever other formalities you fucking want.

I've grown tired.
Strung out.
I'd rather shoot up and collapse then spend another minute near you.
But I'm so confused.
So fucking addicted.

I hope you graduate with honors.
I hope your papers say you got an A+.
Because it won't matter in the end.

Until the next encounter.
I'll contact you.
Although, there won't be anything after this.