Dear Mister Late Night Texter,

Well well well! You dickhead. I knew you’d be back. Once you had your run at me, you split. And now your back. Now dont think Im conceided or anything but this all started again once I dyed my hair darker. You nasty fuck, you just want another go. I know it. And ya know what, its not gonna happen! SO HA BITCH! Text me all you want. Be as nice to me as you possible can. I am NOT dumb. I’ve been through this countless times with you before. And I’ve given in. And NO MORE! Yes, I will still be your friend. NO, we are not fooling around anymore. So suck on that, bitch. I always execpt your texts at around midnight. And thats soon. So once my phone goes off, just know Im playing your game too, buddy. So once classes start back up I cant wait to see how you react. CAUSE ITS GONNA BE HILARIOUS. Or actually, you told me you werent in the music program anymore. Hmm, maybe I wont see you. But I bet a buck or two you’ll be around. If not around me, around the others girls in Three. Dont lie. We know you’re there for that reason, punk. But no one knows you as well as I do. You got a fresh start. But not with me. I had your bullshit all throughout high school. Yippee for me. And now these dumb ass girls wont ever learn. Just do us a favor and get the fuck out because Im tired of your sssssssshhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiittttttt.

Thanks!
-Stephanie