dear frie-nemy

dear frie-nemy,
i know that i shouldn't judge you, but i can't help it because i'm just simply fabulous. i just really love to hate you right now because it's been a month and you're still clueless with what's happening. someone should give you an enima to take all the shittyness out of your system.

i've said some pretty mean things about you... like about your height, your fashion... okay, i'm not going to mention the whole list because i might end up adding to it as i go along. you think it bothers me that i know that you know that i'm talking shit about you? it doesn't. with your salary, i suggest you go buy yourself some balls and own up. dude, you're delusional. you're not the victim. maybe i'm your karma.

p.s.
if you think this letter is addressed to you,
you're right! congrats.

bato bato sa langit, tamaan wag magalit. wuhoo.