Dear friend, When we are together I know that it feels like I tell you everything because when we talk, we talk intimately. I easily tell you about my sex life and my hopes and dreams but I don't tell you everything. When I started this letter and thought about the things I don't tell you and that I have never told anyone and it turns out that I have dozens of these. I asked myself, why do I have so many secrets? and the reason is that I am an immoral sociopath that pretends to care and pretends to have feelings. For example, when your mom passed away, you were so emotional and I copied that when my dad passed away so people would think I was normal, but the truth is, I didn't' feel anything except relief that he would no longer be a burden to me. And even wanted him to suffer when they ask for my permission to stop treatment, I said no. Treat him and keep him in his misery. I do a lot of good things. I just didn't' love my father. Sincerely, Bugly.