To every employer I’ve ever had:
Thanks for inadvertantly teaching me that those commies were onto something.
Love you.
I’m sorry.
“I hope your guilt about how you treated me makes you resolve to be a better person.”
… Yeah, I know I could probably be more vulgar, but ultimately that just keeps the cycle of hate going. And besides, teenagers gonna teenager.
When I was a teen, I did something absolutely despicable. I went before a judge for my crimes, and I did some time and a whole lot of therapy and I definitely became a better person for it. It does not at all absolve me or excuse what I did.
My hatred of you extends to your children who you fed via my exploitation and misery.
Oof.
Texas is a terrible place to have been born and raised.
You remind me of a friend I am currently actively trying to rescue from Texas.
I earnestly wish you success with that endeavor.
Thank you for everything
To my husband:
You’re the best around
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
To my teen crush: I’m somewhat sorry for not approaching you, but you gotta understand it’s not easy for a boy in this society to make any advances at all.
When it comes to the ones still living, I simply tell them. For example, telling my mum that I love her.
Except maybe my ex-fiancee. She did affect me more than I’d like to admit, but frankly? I don’t want any contact with her, and I already told her everything that I had to.
For the deceased:
- relative 1 - I regret not spending more time with you. Drinking yerba, chatting about random stuff. Also I miss the cheesy polenta that you prepared.
- relative 2 - if you were alive, I’d probably want to get drunk with you once. (Your daughter would get mad at both of us.)
- relative 3 - I should’ve bought fireworks when you kicked the bucket.
- friend - dude you’re THE major reason I like and enjoy music nowadays. You were always selling yourself short in this matter, but listening to you talking about songs from all the world was really great.
To the old group: Thank you for destroying what little self confidence I had.
To Fam/Best Friend: You the real MVP’s.
