i thought about you again. i've been like this since, well, the thing. i know what you think- what poor freaking bastard. you probably don't care at all. some part of me hopes that theres something human inside of you. it's stupid, yes, but my mind just wants to believe that maybe there's some hope in you after all.
now before you go to the police and get a restraining order against me (again) for some stupid reason like harassment or some shit- this isn't a hate letter, alright? but my therapist says that this is closure, and one day i'll forget you and move on. i doubt i'll ever forget you, val. i'll never ever forget you.
i bet you're laughing. ashton goes to a therapist? he's writing this for some type of closure? what the hell- is he insane? he's probably depressed.
and the worst part of it all? it's gone to the point where i hate you with such an extent that i can see you saying this in my mind. it's replaying. i see your distasteful smile, i see your mind swirling with criticism, questioning my sanity. and it hurts, val, a whole fucking lot.
YOU ARE READING
letters to valerie
Teen Fiction❝ you played the game so well, and in the end you won, val, like you always do ❞ © two thousand fourteen. mintgrl /// a.i [au] ///
