Dear Justin:
Hello,
I set here across the room after you asked me such a question. How I'm I to Believe you that I ever meant a word you said. Yes I'm sick, but I can see. You are a Player,a sick a matter of fact. I love myself, respect myself I believe it's time for me to say goodbye to you. No I'm not going to say anything this time.
This I pray that you stop. The way you think,go about things. You make me in a way I can't put into words asking me knowing not even hour ago still I'm in alot to have sex. Come on.