dear johnny,
if you read the restraining order i sent, you would know not to send me a letter or stalk me you freak. i hope i never see you again and that you go rot in a ditch. you complain about people not caring about you and yet you didint even care to ask how i feel. i feel so trapped, tired, sick, and agitated, because of you. you deserve to be alone. no one deserves to be stuck living or to even meet you. i wish you would just dissapere and leave, maybe something like getting arrested and going to life in prison. i hope you rot in that hell hole you call a home and that i forget all about you. ive destroyed all the pictures of you by burning, cutting them up, ripping them, boiled them, and feed them to that annoying next door cat. please dont tell or mention anything about screams and voices, they make me horribly sick and make me want to vomit up my noodles.
from Devi aka the person that doesint care.
in short, her only perspective of him was 3 months to the date, and then a little about his insanity from sickness which was barely anything at all.