Your head is shaped like an egg. That's not attractive. You'll never get laid in college unless you rape (which I wouldn't put past you). I hope you trip when you're drunk (alone, 'cause ugly people usually don't attract friends) and break both your wrists so you can never play tennis again.
You'll probably get kicked out of college because your brain will deteriorate. Just be prepared. Please write me when you do, so I can revel in your pain.
Are you friends with J. Hartman? Because you guys would probably get along. His voice makes my ear bleed too.
I really have nothing to say to you. You bore me. I was only friends with you for your house parties, lucky me I now know people who both own their own houses and are 21. have fun being quiet for your neighbors and paying for your alcohol.
I hate you,
Maureen
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