So this letter is driven by anger. 
I allowed myself to stoop so low and feel like i needed all of the fixing.

You made me feel like i was impatient.
Boy fuck you. I waited 7 months for you to come. 7 months. And i begged and fought for a fucking good morning text. Sad. Never doing that again. Pathetic and sad.

I dont like you at all. Im glad im watching Raya w Caroline instead of you. My friends are better than you. And you can fuck yourself. 

I’m glad i left.