Dear,
I hate Isaac Hempstead-Wright. I hate him with all of my being.
He asked me to go out for coffee with him to make up for what happened the other night, but then ditched me. Who does that?
After I called him multiple times and he didn't pick up, I took my coffee and went back home.
My seventeenth birthday was today. Isaac didn't bother to call, and I'm glad he didn't.
I quit Game of Thrones. It was too much, too fast, and I couldn't keep up with the role. They'll have a hell of a time finding a replacement after all we shot together.
So, back to my normal, teenage life back home in Boston. I flew back last night. Hopefully I never have to see Isaac Hempstead-Wright ever again.
Love, Chandler
