Dear Freshmen,

No one would like to witness your orgies during lunch due to the whole fact that we're eating.

Take your bad techno remixes of Dragostea din tei where we can't hear it.

Thank you,
Sora.

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Dear you,

Sometimes I wonder how much more you're going to take of my bad attitude.

I'm out of line more than necessary these days, and I refuse to give an excuse because there is no excuse. I really need to just grow up already and stop my stupid, little tantrums.

I love you more than anything, yet I can't even change for you. What kind of respectable girlfriend acts like I do?

I'm sorry, I love you,
Sora