Dear Noah.

Suicide threats to mask the scent of forced pleasure you took from them. Your friends don't feel sorry for you, just whoever had to lay under you.

You probably have a pair of panties hidden in your locker behind some discarded papers and jackets. A mini Cosby in the making who doesn't know how badly he just fucked up.


They don't feel safe and neither do I, good thing she got out of there before I had to get my hands around your throat Fucking pervert should be strung up by the neck in town square as a warning to the other scum around here.
 
Calling my wife a bitch might as well have been a invitation for a beating.thankfully she pulled me off of the accelerator before I ran your nasty ass into the tile floor.

I almost wish I had nothing to lose so I could put your ass six feet deep but I'm sure that's what you want anyway. Cut the bullshit, your no victim but you can be mine.

I hope a case is brought against you before I lose control. How does it feel to know that even your man crush finds you disgusting?

Don't worry death will reach you soon enough but you will have to contemplate how to find him behind a jail cell you sick fuck.