Crushed, Y0j1mb0, my heart is simply crushed. Never before have I felt a surge- nay, a tremor of lost appreciation and searing ungratefulness than this moment in my years alive on this blue marble. These mere seconds of pure sadness seem like unbearable hours and my spirit, if such an entity does exist in the human body has sunk to the lowest denominator of my impressionable young corpse. I pride myself in my artistic ability, and I pour my soul into all works I accomplish, and to have a man such as yourself create the illusion that such a personal artifact of friendship or never existed makes my emotions boil into uncontrollable depression. I am simply crushed.

I am now a mere shell of my former self; the true face of man has made me bitter, and for this I am grateful. If such an act occurred earlier in life I may have not been able to live with myself knowing men will easily devour your sincerest forms of kindness as do Lions easily devour their prey.