• To Sir, With Loathe

    by  • August 11, 2010 • Frustration, School, To You • 1 Comment

    Dear Professor,

    I don’t need your help anymore. Someone else already did what you had promised to do. You promised to help me, but, in the end, you just tried to srew my life! And if it weren’t for that other professor, you would have succeeded.

    I just wanted to say that I hope that slipped disc will give you countless, endless and unforgettable hours of pain.

    Fuck you.

    With all my best wishes of a slow and degrading death,

    M.

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    One Response to To Sir, With Loathe

    1. mick
      October 1, 2010 at 1:24 pm

      i hope that made u feel a whole lot better. there is nothing like poetic justice 🙂




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