Dear E,
Do you remember why you said you don't like me? You said that i'm ugly and not the best person.
I'm ugly, huh? I can't wait 'till I'm dead, we'll see how truly ugly and mean I am.
How It'll happen? I'm not sure. But when it does I hope you feel bad, feel horrible. It wouldn't be all your fault, but you would have a big impact on it.
I keep saying that it's your fault I do these things, that your to blame, that I hate you because you make me so sad. It's not your fault. All those things are lies. Why you never told me, I don't know. But now I realize that It's all my fault, that I'm to blame, that I hate you because I'm so sad.
You said I'm not that best person. You're no angel either. But can I ask you something?
Am I really as bad as everyone says?
