Dear Sis,
The next time you said you're born to be hated again, I'll friggin bite you to death.
I love you, and so do mummy, daddy, Nic, Jan, Jocelyn and the list goes on and on and on and on.
So seriously, you're not born to be hated.
Life gonna go on no matter what, so live with it. If she call you a parrot, call her a bitch. If she call you a pet, call her a pig. Or you could be more exquisite, call her a swine. If you can't live with it, bitch her out. Life's harsh, and on this plane we live in, it had always been survival of the fittest. Can't stand the sight of her? Scheme against her and get her out of your sight. Poison your way out. Scorpio you are anyway.
I can't blame you for being depressed. But hey, it's in her blood alright? she bitch about everyone, whether she knew them or not, so why bother? Fuck her inside out, or just live your life happy.
PS. If you really gotta puke, go puke on her. That will be some good payback. :-D
With lotsa love,
jin
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