1998-04-19 - none for you

Sunday, April 19, 1998

Dearest Beloved,

I have been feeling tired, again. Never have I experienced such an unmotivating state on a regular basis like I have been part of last year and most of this year. Even though I have more energy than when I weighed 265 pounds, I tire and ache more now. I really need to debate whether life is worth fighting for…

At school I e-mailed Michael, but I do not wish or have the desire to speak to him on the telephone; it would be too personal. I am steadily losing interest in him. I still, however, wonder what he looks like. As long as he doesn’t decide to visit me, I don’t care if he is alive.

As for Francisco Garcia, I continue to ignore him. (More on him later.) Dorothy, also, I have ignored. I didn’t call her like she asked me to. Thinking I was her friend, she asked me to get her a sewing pattern for pants, but I am not going to bother with that. I already ordered my knives on the seventh. Although the Cutco knives are expensive they worthwhile for there durability and great warranty. And so Dorothy has served her purpose and I no longer have any use for her. Hold on, maybe I can use her as a footstool or as mainstream society make call it, an ottoman.

As for Veronica Gonzalez, I will wait to have my revenge. She won’t know who or why, but I’ll know and that’s all that matters. She did not keep the only promise that I asked of her and now I will forever despise her. I know where you live…

Fin.

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