yours truly, beast.

ⅹⅸ

dear beauty,

you're probably reading this and mocking me— why am i still writing about someone who left me years ago? well, truth be told, it was always you.  you couldn't handle me. these letters are my reminders that ultimately, you were the reason we ended. you've always known that i could never blame myself. it's an unhealthy mindset to have but if it helps me from tearing myself apart, i don't mind, and most importantly, i feel no regret. and with that, i must say goodbye once again: until next time, amore.

yours truly,

beast.