Dear Dusk :
I don't really know how to tell you this, but I dislike you .I think I realized it first of May at the Hare Krishna graduationand I saw you sit on my best friend. I'm sure you're cowardly enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning your Darth Vader poster to you, but I'll keep your grades form college as a memory. You should also know that I was interviewed by the Times about our friendship.
Good luck on your short-term leave from jail,
Zelda.
Here's how-to-make-this-meme:
Dear (the last person who left a comment on your journal):
I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it _