Dear lover boy,
i hope this letter finds you in shit health, just like how you left me. You're a real piece of fucking work ya know that and i can't wait until your sorry ass rots in hell with that fucking bitch Arya. That bald headed ass fucking hobo-looking whore. You both manipulated me, and i can't believe i let you, in the end i guess i'm partially to blame too. I was blinded by all the gifts and words and sweet gestures to even notice, but to be honest i kinda knew the whole time i was just in denial until i caught you both in my bed. MY bed, in MY house. but even now i can promise you i'm not as effected as you think, i just despise scum bags like you who manipulate, gaslight, and use those who love them while whispering sweet nothings into their ear as they lay together at the end of the day. so you can say goodbye to any chance you thought you had with me because this is the end, the end of us and the end of your manipulation towards me.
never yours,
the one you fooled
