Where’s my fucking rose?! I hate roses anyways.

killed inside

I have read your email countless times tonight. I don’t know how to process it.

I have so much to say tonight.

I seriously feel like I could get my write on right now but life has other ideas for me. And I don’t know if I should write anymore, apparently it pisses you off?

Why?

You left me. You ditched me when I needed you most.

But it’s okay. I was pretty shitty to you too.

Sorry.

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