Dear Fay,
I feel frozen. My nerves are circling around me and he thinks he can fucking push me around by turning off the wifi. That's where he's wrong. The only reason I agree to the things is because I'm not about to argue with him in front of my therapist. That's just awkward. Now he's all pissy because I called him 'lazy' and it was a fricking joke. I mean he didn't want to drive to LA. Like bro?! And now I don't want to volunteer at that animal shelter which is like all day long. It's annoying. It's also annoying that I'm going to be stuck with this stupid fucking no phones in the bedroom rule until I'm fucking 20. Do you know how old this already is. It's gonna get even older even faster. And then he prints out our texts (I sent him one to plan meeting) and he's like I don't like how you talk about me. Like bitch spoiler I DONT CARE. Because let's think about one time you've stopped when you saw my expression of how hurt I was. Hmmm... ZERO FUCKING TIMES THATS RIGHT. So let me fucking wallow in my pity puddle and get the fucking hell away from me. Because. I. Am. Fucking. Pissed. And I'm so over him. So fucking over it. I would ask to let me fucking die but one of the reasons I'm not is because of you. You've changed me. People change people. You've changed me for the better and I love you for it. Thank you for giving a reason to keep breathing. I love you so fucking much.
Love,
Rose
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Dear Fay
AcakWhen your internet best friend decides you've come too close what do you do after you part ways? One way would be talk about it. Another would be to become depressed or even suicidal. Rose's way is to write. And she writes, pretending to talk to Fay...
