Yeah, you know it’s you.
Brown hair, St John’s, used to go to some school in Clapham. It’s you, I promise.
You’ll probably never read this so here we go…

FUCK U.
FUCK U OVER AND OVER.

HOW FUCKING DARE U NEVER NOTICE ME.

HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME.

HOW DARE U BECOME A SELF-CENTERED LITTLE BITCH WHO ONLY CARES ABT HER FACE BECAUSE SHES FUCKING INSECURE.

I HOPE U KNOW UR RLLY FUCKING UGLY NO MATTER HOW MUCH MAKEUP U SMEAR ON UR PIMPLED CHEEKS.

SCREW YOU OVER AND OVER.

I HOPE HIGH SCHOOL IS HELL FOR YOU. I HOPE IT’S HELL.

HOW. FUCKING. DARE. YOU.

YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING LOTTIE THROWS AT U.

AND U KNOW WHAT – I HOPE U DO GET A BOYFRIEND. AND I HOPE HE BREAKS UR PATHETIC FRAGILE INSECURE HEART.

FUCK. YOU.