This is long overdue

To you, ass-wipe,

I am tired of ur endless display of desperation because I am swarmed with work (I would equate irregular sleeping hours with a baseball bat up ur ass if u so much as scream my name ONE MORE TIME when I’m at work), my studies (I’m just a hair’s breadth away from completion), my significant other (my cape crusader and the epitome of everything patient) and my life.

As of 7 months ago,I am no longer able to command the sun and the moon for you cause I much rather the world revolves around me and people who matters. Hence, to curb ur constant uproars of hysterics and crazy exhibits, may I suggest u see a psychologist, increase ur Prozac dosage and start pulling ur head out of ur ass now. ( Oh n u can also stop kissing my ass no matter how necessary it seems for u to do so at times.)

And if it bothers you now that my life, even with its glitches and fault, is near perfect, then please remove ur gun from the holster, point it to ur chest (cos ur brain is too small to be an appropriate target) and squeeze trigger once.

Cheers.

PS: 7 months is too long a time for you to be bitter, mister DIVORCED (??). Get over it already.