To the shitbag who smashed my pumpkin: Did it make you feel like a badass to destroy something that another person loved?! That pumpkin was one of the only things in my life that made me smile. It popped its little stem out of the ground just before I found out my cousin died, and right after my boyfriend of three years and I broke up horribly! It was like a little gift from something bigger than me, reminding me there was still a reason to see beauty in the world. As it grew and bloomed, I felt like it was a metaphor for my growth, and every morning I got excited to get out of bed just to see it. At night sometimes when I felt particularly lonely, isolated, and hollow, I sat on my steps and reveled in the amazing-ness of nature, and it gave me a sense of peace. That pumpkin was precious to me. You killed it, you gutted it, and left it for me to find slaughtered. It's people like you who make this world a heartbreaking place, the reason others like me have to find hope in something as silly as a pumpkin.—Anonymous