I’m so proud of you for winning HoH and glad you are getting this letter, because I can finally tell you exactly how I feel. I’m not in love with you and I don’t even like you. It was pure torture being in that house with you and now that I know you copped a feel of my dick while I was sleeping, I’m even more disgusted. Please get help for your personality disorder as soon as you leave the house. Don’t come looking for me, because I’m moving to Iceland. If you show up there, I’ll move to Timbuktu. No joke.
Have a nice life you crazy biatch and stay out of mine, see you never!