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I'M ON ALOT OF NYQUIL....SORRY 2003-03-28 | 2:52 p.m. Dear Mom, Camp totally sucks. I have to get up so early everyday to help with breakfast and there was a panty raid in my cabin. I hate you for sending me here. Tell Dad I hate him too, just because. I can't believe you won't send me any care packages just because I haven't lost any weight yet. The counselors say I didn't even need to come to fat camp. The other kids are way bigger than me. I'm totally running away and you'll never hear from me again and you'll be so sad and feel really guilty. But you know what, I won't care. I'm going to marry a biker and have 12 babies with him just to spite you then I'm gonna divorce him and marry a guy 20 years younger than me. And I'll have to be in therapy for the rest of my life and my kids will be crazy and it will all be your fault. So just send me the fucking cookies! Heather (this is the letter I never got to write to my mom cause that cheap ass never sent me to camp, I feel complete now that I've written it. Thank you.)
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