To- Alanya Sheerwood. I hope that when I die, and when the worms slowly eat me. That once they reach my head, and eat my brain, that they taste the memories I had with you. I hope, the worms will cry, because of how much of a bitch you were. Of how much of a pervert you were. Of how much of a slut you were. I hope the worms never forget how your hands felt on me, I hope you die a horrible fucking death, that is if I don't beat you myself. I won't ever forget, even if i'm dead. Cause the earth will know. -Sam H