Dear "Gina",

I can't help myself.  Initially I wasn't going to write about this but I can't stop thinking about it.  About her.  Not this manipulating, lying, overweight coward of a woman-- but the young and vibrant girl we knew as sickly Pepe.  Pepe who loved horses and needed lungs.  Pepe who had MRSA in her blood and had a rare blood type.  Pepe who spent months and months in a lonely ICU bed with one lone friend, the suicidal but sharp Blake (who I made a heroine of in my head and thanked several times for doing what she did for G.).  Pepe who beat Paul down until he broke.  Pepe who made Paul's transplant a failure.  Pepe who stole our hearts and ultimately broke them when she was outed as a complete liar; a well researched fabrication.  

We were all fooled (were we?).  We all saw the holes in the stories.  I hear her tiny voice on the phone and said, "Wow, your voice sounds really strong despite what you are going through!"  What I thought in my head was, this is the first cystic I've ever talked to who didn't have a growl in their voice, that familiar CF voice.  

I keep thinking about how we've been walked on.  I can't sleep tonight unless I think this out here.  The whole of it:  the who, the what, the where but mostly the why. 

Why would someone intentionally destroy people this way?  Why would this awful bitch choose MY disease of all the diseases in the world?  

Obviously this person is very sick.  This is shown clearly through posts on a new community she is getting ready to destroy posted less than a day after being outed as a fake (Asperger's?  Really?  Perhaps Paul taught you a thing or two about that?)  

This proves to me that she doesn't regret a moment of this.  Gina Fiorentino of Saint Michael, Minnesota:  That sick, twisting feeling in your stomach is not because you feel bad about what you've done.  It is because you've been caught.  It's because nobody loves you like they loved Pepe.