Dude, that was my question. Not cool. Here's what it said:
-----Dear M,
F**k you! F**k you and your fat a$$ and that greasy, pathetic excuse for hair. Do you enjoy being an a$$hole? Do you like to make fun of me because my mom is in jail, the trucks on my skateboard aren't as tight as yours, because I tried weed one time and got caught, and generally bash me for everything I do? If I felt like it, I could throw all kinds of disses your way. Your basketball skills suck a$$, you never shower, you talk WAY too loudly, your very short for fourteen, your fat (and short, like I said before, which is a bad combo) you freak out like a little girl when you get the slightest of scratches, you can't skate for sh!t, your laugh is really weird...I could go on and on. But you know why I don't? Because I have these little things called "self-control", and "maturity". Oh, and I also do this thing call "showering" everyday. Why don't you f**king get a life and leave me the f**k alone, a$$hole?
Your pissed off neighbor, R.-----
Yeah...feels even better the second time.