Dear Aaron,

                       Why don't you get a fucking journal then and write down all your fucking feelings in that? If you're going to be like this there's no point in these letters, they're a waste of my limited time.

Just to let you know Aaron, they've set the date for my death. I'm dying a month today so I hope you mark it on your calendar with a huge smiley face.

Screw you.

From,

           Your stupid freaking metaphor who's a human being you bastard