Letter 7

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Dear moron,

I told you, I warned you. You didn't listen. You never fucking listen. But that's just how you are anyway. You saw that they were nothing. They weren't even trying. What is trying anyway? I told you to give less and you gave double than what they were willing to give by a longshot. You kept telling yourself that there's a chance that it could've or would've worked. But it didn't and you should've been prepared for that. No, you pushed it to the back of your head as if it would go away that easy. Now, look at you. You look stupid. What are you going to do now? Be depressed? Listen to the same five sad songs on repeat? Go ahead. Let everyone walk all over you again. You were always that sweet go-lucky person that everyone always came to for problems. Would they know if you were suffering right now? No. Some people make it clear and distinct but not you. You hide it don't you? While others can post it online you can only try and disguise yourself with the cruelest of jokes. It's been months and you still can't describe how you feel nor would they understand? It's only up to us to be able to pick the pieces back together of what we have left which isn't much when you held onto someone who's been low in their own life. They took off of you. But you let them with a smile and a stupid statement on how you were okay with it. You're such an idiot that you couldn't you weren't a priority. You know what don't you? You know you weren't first and you weren't last. You'll have that sketched onto the heart. Let everyone know and label it on yourself. Everyone deserves to know the idiocy you did to yourself despite the warnings. You feel empty or incomplete? Too bad. You brought this on themselves. You let them spread lies that you were happy or that they made you happy. You're a dumbass for letting them say that about you while you were drowning. Now you're stuck on your own stranded island. I've never seen anyone so pathetic. When you're ready to bring yourself up and get some common sense I'll be on speed dial but I have a feeling I'll be waiting for a long time. Right? 

With pity,

Your Brain

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