Here is a fine example of being so hurt that spelling and punctuation go out the window. But sometimes just letting it rip is the best approach. If you took the time to edit, there might be the temptation to ease off a bit. Remember, sometimes irrational is the best approach.
May 10, 2011
Dear Dad,
I hope you enjoy the cologne and the carton of cigarettes. I thought you might like a little drink with a smoke. Have you made any new advancements in keeping leaves out of your garage? Any new drawer liners in your tool box? How’s your mother? Are you still living in her basement or have you moved upstairs yet?
Your son,
C
January 28, 2003
Dear_________,
I have dropped you a quick line to inform you that I believe you are the vilest of creatures, the kind I thought not to exist. You are a vampire in your villainy. Only your breadth of girth and the volume of your face convinces me you are not a crab from the Devil’s nether crevice. You are sick and corrupt and your deeds are shameful, not shameful like those perpetrated by Nero but much, much worse. You would steal the dying Jesus’ loincloth in spite, envious of his view from the cross, if only you could. It wouldn’t surprise me if you occasionally poisoned kittens. You are a black hole, an abyss that devours sunshine. Perhaps your kind have always existed and history was afraid to mention them for fear of eliminating all hope in the hearts of humanity. Please die. And I want my CD’s back, they’re the ones with a “C” on them.
Yours truly,
And I hate you,
C