I recently received this email.  Note that MPD refers to "Multiple Personality Disorder".  The events being referred to are here, back on Nick at Nite.

    I don't love you, it just got everyone to shut up and I don't have MPD, it
  was just a very very bad night and I didn't get to eat until 9pm. I get
  grumpy when I can't have my break until 9pm. Sorry if I led you on to
  thinking I was in love with you!

      Sunshine
 

   Obviously, it's the 'bad' personality talking, but just for the sake of argument, let's assume that this is perfectly thought out.

   First off, I cried for six hours after reading this.

   Sunshine, you are no longer my sunshine.  You will not make me happy when skies are grey.  You'll never know, dear, how much I loved you.  I don't know what sort of crazy-people world you live in, but in my world, people don't say they love you and then withdraw their comments later.

   And let me tell you another thing.  When my mom didn't eat until nine o'clock, did you see her saying to my dad "Sorry, but I just don't love you any more?  Pack your bags and get out of here."  Did you see that?  It's not just because my dad owns the house, it's because my mom isn't a filthy liar, that's why!

    And you know something else?  I get grumpy, sometimes, too.  But a little bit of grump isn't an excuse to go shooting our mouths off and saying crazy-people talk.  But what the hell, why not?  I mean, why not just kill people when we don't eat?  Why not just murder people when we're 'grumpy'?

   I've never felt so taken advantage of.  My feelings aren't playthings that you can build and destroy like Legos.  Yes, it's a crazy thought, but I have feelings.  I'm a person, too.  A good, truthful person.  A good, truthful person who is going to go and cry for the next four hours.

   Goodnight.

   I hope you're happy.
 
 

   UPDATE!

   Looks like Sunshine's getting married to a seven year old... and bragging about it.  If you're thought you didn't hurt me enough, you have now.