Life was grey, dark and unpleasant she says I need to make life colorful like how I said I wanted when I got diagnosed. On my way into my complex I came across a volume of Naruto in the trash. "Bitch must have cleared them out again". I picked it up and flipped through finding blank pages, "Weird" I put it in my bag and walked back out "LETTER FROM HELL FUCKER WITH YOUR NAME ON IT"