Dear 2008,
Fuck You.
No...SERIOUSLY...
FUCK YOU!!!
You took my love.
You took my job.
You took my self-esteem.
You took my sanity.
You stabbed me through the heart.
You took my health.
You put me in the hospital.
You kicked me when I was down.
You gave me nothing to live for.
You damn near killed me.
I have been through some bad years in my life, but you my friend, take the whole FUCKING enchilada.
If it had been within my power, I would have kicked your sorry ass to the curb long ago.
You took.
And you took.
Then you took some more.
And when I didn't have anything left to take, you left me bleeding and unconscious, lying among the pile of crumbled pieces of what used to be called my life.
In numerology, on a scale from 1 to 9, you literally rank 1.
Personally, I give you -23.
No wait...that's still too high.
I have had enough of your presence.
Go away.
I hope you get fucked up the ass with a red-hot poker on your way out.
I will not miss any part of you.
Not one single moment.
It was only 2 days into your existence that you let me know your true intentions, you miserable fuck.
You haven't improved since.
You will not be missed, you fucking bastard.
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Welcome, 2009.
I greet you with an open mind, an open heart and open arms...
