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Hello. You probably remember me. I was the girl who always wore jeans and a black or dark green sweatshirt. I didn't dress like you and I was fat and I actually had a brain. So you all hated me. Guess what? I hate you even more. There were a few of you who were fairly kind and treated me almost like a human. So if you were one of those people, consider yourself excluded from this letter. (This includes Mackenzie, Erland, Terra, Sara, Aura, Wesley, and a good number of others. If I was friendly to you at the reunion, that was genuine. If I didn't like you, I probably didn't talk to you.) To the rest of you, I just want you to know that I think you're all assholes. (This includes Katie, Bridget, Amber P., Josh C., Cole, Jeremy Z., Lisa B., and most of the hockey team.) After the way you treated me in high school, you should take a moment to reflect on the concept of karma. Statistics show that most of you probably believe on some level that you get what you give. You are horrible people. Whatever you get in life, whether it is illness, deaths, unemployment or whatever, you deserve it and you've earned it. If your child gets cancer, it is your fault. If your brother dies in a tragic accident, it is your fault. If your house burns down, it is your fault. If your chain-smoking alcoholic mother-in-law has to move in with you, it is your fault. If you get lupus, it is your own fault. You spent years of your life randomly treating people like trash. So anything that goes wrong in your life is right and fair, cosmically. Have a nice life. When your dog is hit by a car and when your son develops a tumor, think of me and remember that these things are all your fault because you are not a good person. |