Dear Violet,
I was so shocked when I heard what you are about to do, that my blood stopped flowing, my heart stopped beating and I thought I was going to collapse. I couldn’t read a word, I was staring at the PC’s screen without any reflex. My eyes were full of tears, I was waiting for it to end.
<>I’m listening to that Brian Molko’s song:
A friend in needs, a friend indeed
A friend with weed is better
A friend with brests and all the rest
A friend who’s dressed in leather.
I know you don’t need me. I’m useless. I’m like a vampire. I’m sucking your blood. That’s why it seems I have bigger boobs. All I do is asking for your help. “Borrow me money/food/clothes/books/shoes/essays etc etc”. That’s all you hear from me. I also use to call my mother or that girl with a key you-know-where from your cell-phone, this is the reason you paid 25 euro to Vodafone. I’m not offering you back anything. I’m poor. I’m ugly. I’m dotted. And, obviously, stupid.
You once told me I was your muse. I’ve been crying every night since then. I felt like that somebody really needed me for what I am. You’re so important to me. I sometimes try to impress you with gifts and birthday presents. But the word for me is stupidity, and you know what i’ve done. 
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Please, please, forgive me. Don’t move. I need you.(it will be continued…)
ps: You make me shine, like your shiny teeth.
