I never received any love letters during my school years, apart from one time which I have since repressed deep within my subconcious as it involved a morbidly obese girl hiding the letter in my backpack. My instant response was to write "FUCK YOU" on it, scrunch it up and throw it at her head. My reasons for such a harsh rejection were not due to my lack of attraction towards her, instead it was because I felt her method of delivery which included hiding the letter in my bag beneath my peanut butter sandwich, then getting her friend to tell me it was in there was extremely poor. I've never been one to get to know the neighbours. It's not that I'm a snob, I just feel a simple greeting can lead to neighbours constantly wanting to borrow sugar. What they neglect to remember is that people purchase sugar for a reason, and although the request is to 'borrow' the sugar, it is more than likely that it will never be returned which ultimately means I will not be able to bake my cake. Alternatively I could purchase a ready-made cake from the supermarket, but why should I have to miss out on the delicious fresh cake I desire, just because I greeted a neighbour in the hall. However, if I did lend them sugar, and became quite upset about my lack of cake, I may write them a letter of complaint. If I were to write such a letter, I feel I would lose credability if I wrote it on the back of a letter from an agency which indicates that I may be suffering from mental illness. Though to be fair, if my initial means of meeting them consisted of me popping my head into their kitchen window at 9pm at night while they're scouring the refrigerator for leftover pizza whilst wearing no pants, then engaging them in a twenty minute one sided conversation about cats through the window, I think my mental stability would already be in question.