Dear Stacey... when i met you in the mental asylum you seemed like a nice girl... as it turns out you're an alcoholic cokehead slut who constantly bombarded me with negativety until I wondered if God hates me... although i was considerate of your feelings and tried to ditch you in the kindest way possible, you immediately turned on me with vicious mean-spiritednessnussesed insults! Thank-you, that made it so much easier to resolve my mixed feelings aboot leaving you! I wish you the best: happiness and peace! Although, in the end, I'm sure you will slowly wither and die from your selfish addictions, CIAO!