day 2

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fucking hell. fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck. my fucking parents. my fucking dad left my mom today. just left a note on the fridge and left. i have the note here, because my mom threw it out. here it is.

dear maggie and richie,

if you're reading this, this means that i've gone to new york city to start a new life without you. i plan you tell no one about you, because i'm done with you. maggie, you're a sloppy bitch who doesn't clean up, make dinner, do the dishes, and i lost interest in you the day you told e you were pregnant with richie. you're an alcoholic, and everytime i see you you're with another man, that you claim is "just a friend". you cheated on me. you dick. you can go and fuck yourself. and richie, i never loved you. you were just always so bitchy. every word that came out of your mouth was- well, trash. you're a fucking trashmouth, you son of a bitch.  you're never home, you're always out with those loser friends of yours. i hate you both. so with all due respect, kindly fuck off and die. 

sincerely, wentworth

i hate this feeling. it's like a tight knot in my chest, trying to get through my throat. im fucking crying. god dammit richie, you're such a woos. i hate this. fuck me. fuck me. i hate myself. i gotta go. i'm gonna take a nap.

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