SWAN SONG; tom riddle

𝖝𝖎𝖎𝖎

dear tom,

how pathetic i must be to point out your endless shortcomings and faults, relentlessly explaining just how you ruined my life. the explicit reasons why i hate you with every fiber of my being and wish the most painful prolonged death the devil may grant you.

yet somehow i end every letter with

yours,
florizel