By the time you read this, school probably would’ve ended already since that’s the only time you ever go to your locker. You’re probably wondering who sent you this letter and well, it’s me, L.Joe, or Byunghun as you like to call me. And I’m probably lurking nearby, waiting to see your reaction as you read this.

Haha, no, I was kidding, stop looking over your shoulder. As if I would have the time to actually do that. You should know better by now, you idiot.

The only reason I sent you this piece of crap is because I can’t stand it anymore. You’re infuriating. You’re impossible to deal with, especially in person. I can’t even look at your face anymore.

I hate you that much.

Here’s eight reasons why.