Dear Max,
You know what? Fuck you.
It's been two fucking years since you left and you haven't even bothered to take two seconds out of your life to send me a text to let me know you still care. Did Seattle already erase your best fucking friend from your memory?
Or did you already replace me with a better model? You would get along better with those pretentious hipsters anyway.
I just can't believe you'd do this to me. You know how lonely and depressed I was when you left, but you still forgot about me and left me in the dust. Just like everyone in this shit hole of a town.
Dad's gone, Mom replaced me with step fucker, my friends bail on me and blame me anytime we get busted with drugs, and you Max. I think you hurt me most of all.
I don't give a shit anymore,
Chloe
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FanfictionChloe was lonely when her best friend, Max Caulfield, left for Seattle. She then spent the next five years capturing her life in letters to Max. Slight TW//
