Well, hello.
I've already wrote you a letter in the previous 10 but this one was obviously made for you. Hmm, yeah, at first when i heard the news you'd passed away i had this feeling in my stomach/heart/head that felt like i was being crushed by a thousand bricks all weighing 10 tonnes each. I was devastated and i honestly don't know why.
Obviously i have alot of love for you in my heart but ive been in a delusion for so fucking long in which ive been trying to pretend the things you did never happened so i could remember you in a good light. Look what you've done to me, just fucking look. I'm a mess and i'm broken, who the hell did you think you were? If you were here right now, yes it would probably make things easier because people then wouldnt doubt every fucking word i say and i wish you were here so i could show people exactly how fucking awful you were. I mean i know you had your own problems with addiction and it had gone literally past the point where anyone could have helped you get back out of the lake you were clearly drowning in but you fucked me up. Really bad. When i said to you last "I fucking hate you" That was how i felt at the time and i dont regret it. Maybe one day i'll see you again but untill then you're gone, forgotten. Bye.
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