a little over 2 years without you. i doubt you’ll ever see this, but i need to get it off my chest and the small chance of knowing you may see this helps. i’ve always wanted to talk to you; finish where i left off before you vanished. but i couldn’t. you were so selfish, but i wasn’t the best either. we weren’t right for each other; maybe we were, but we didn’t act like it. god you tore me apart. i know i went a little crazy after, but it’s surprising im still here. i talked to you about how i hated my life and you know i constantly wanted to die, but you left me still at my lowest. for my best friend. my bestest friend ever. you ruined everything good i had just for you. i wish you could see how selfish you are, but im over it. some days it still gets to me, but fuck it. i don’t care anymore. maybe i do i don’t know i can’t tell. i miss the person you pretended to be, i know that. i hate the person you really are.