Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Hello, Grandfather Frost! My name is Nastya. I am 16 years old! Not too young, not too old, but I believe and hope that you exist and are reading my letter right now. My mother is a very mean aunt. She doesn't allow me to write letters to you, so I'm sitting here and writing this letter in secret. Mom only lets me go out until midnight. When I don't listen to her, she throws a teapot at me and often hits me right in the leg =( One day, I couldn't take it anymore and said to her: "I'll kick you in the teeth." My dad works as a designer, and when he comes home from work in a bad mood, he yells: "Fhtagn in the tentacle!!!" And makes me cook him candy. But I don't know how to cook, so I end up making honey. He gets even angrier and forbids me from playing hopscotch with my friends. Dad also came up with a nickname for me and calls me not Nastya, but Tuzik! In general, Grandfather Frost, if you're not an idiot, you'll understand how bad things are for me. Dear Grandfather Frost, red tomato, take me with you or send me a teapot. Also, make it so that the people close to me love me and give me money more often to draw. Beloved Grandfather Frost, you are my last chance. I hope that on New Year's, I will find something nice under the Christmas tree. Grandfather Frost, understand how bad things are for me. If you don't read this letter or it doesn't reach you, I'm doomed. Remember that I believe in you, you stupid fool! *I got the hang of it and went to write something more interesting.* Amaranth, a monument should be erected for Arych! Take two, lol. Hello, Grandfather Frost! My name is Kosha. I am many years old! Not too young, not too old, but I believe and hope that you exist and are reading my letter right now. My mother is a very mean aunt. She doesn't allow me to write letters to you, so I'm sitting on the internet and writing this letter. Mom only lets me go out until midnight. When I don't listen to her, she throws Cthulhu at me and often hits me right in the head =( One day, I couldn't take it anymore and said to her: "Ugh." My dad works as a plumber-maniac, and when he comes home from work in a bad mood, he yells: "Arara!!!" And makes me cook him marijuana. But I don't know how to cook, so I end up making manure. He gets even angrier and forbids me from playing tag with a brick with my friends. Dad also came up with a nickname for me and calls me not Kosha, but meat! In general, Grandfather Frost, if you're not a hentai fhtagn, you'll understand how hungover I am. Dear Grandfather Frost, red butt, take me with you or send me Cthulhu. Also, make it so that the people close to me love me and give me money more often for kawaii things. Beloved Grandfather Frost, you are my last chance. I hope that on New Year's, I will find booze and weed under the Christmas tree. Grandfather Frost, understand how hungover I am. If you don't read this letter or it doesn't reach you, I'm toast. Remember that I believe in you, you marmalade beast!