Bastardized.

Dear Higher Being Up There (HBUT),

For the rest of my life, I want everyone around me, whom I love, to smile and laugh and smile and laugh for the rest of their lives until their jaws get dislocated and their tummies become abs from all that laughing and their faces be so scarred by wrinkles such that creams and gels won't help them other than botox and till they get fitted with dentures and have one thousand and one gold fillings in their mouths.

For every single, time they smile, let the fucking bastard (FB) feel the pain that's wrecking her.

For every single time they laugh, let the fucking bastard replay her love over and over again.

Please don't wish for physical torture for I think emotional guilt is worse than physical abuse.

Even then, I really think I will stomp on his feet if I ever do see him.

On that particular day ONLY, I hope I weigh ten thousand kilogrammes and am wearing soccer boots with spikes.

Oh HBUT, if you think I'm an asshole for wishing that upon FB, please just let the first request come true. Don't let it affect the first request okay.

Yours very super sincerely,
Jasmine.