Hey. Hey, you. Alana. I know you're reading this, because you follow my account to spy on me. You know the notepad full of short stories that you stole, ripped up and shoved in the school paper shredder? Yeah, those were a whole six months of writing. Six months of writing to escape my hated reality. Gone. Boom. Just like that. You really have no idea how much I hate you, do you?