Blades of Grass

You see a ghost. 

And every feeling you ever had for anything ever get’s caught in your mouth.

And you can’t breathe.

And then in floats away as easily as it came.

Dearest Buttwads,

I apologize in advance for not being able to narrow it down to one, you’re both too delectable, I couldn’t resist.

First, you. I hate you. Like, I always sort of hated you, but you pushed it this year. You’re so freaking full of yourself, and I haven’t the slightest clue why. You don’t run anything. Nothing. And if you dare have the gall to call me out on a false accusation, then proceed to destroy the one thing I actually care about? I will do everything in my power to make sure your life is more miserable than it already is.

Woof. That was mean.

On to you!

Hey. What the hell man. You used to be cool. Stop trying to pretend your someone you’re not. And stop hanging out with them. I hate them. And why are you so two faced and why did you do that to him? I will never forgive you for that because I will never forget it. Ooooh how I wish I could. LOVE YA.

And I’ll kick that ho, PUNT.

Love,

Kathleen

Right now I am very proud I didn’t pass out in the hospital today.