Dear Andrew,

Dear Andrew,

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''Dear Andrew, Before I continue, don't worry, I know you hate me and you probably wont even read this. I'm going to start off by saying I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I put you through and I'm sorry I ruined you. I really am sorry, Andrew. I know that while you read this- if you read it at all- you will still hate me for what I have done but its okay, I completely understand why you would hate me considering my previous actions. I'm so sorry that my horrible sense of self-control has done this to you. You will never be the same again. Do you remember that one day we were at the beach the summer of last year? We were the happiest of souls, walking along, sand in our shoes and our ice cream dripping down our hand because we both know that we're slow eaters. I remember it so clearly. The time when we were happy, you were happy. But I just had to go and destroy you didn't I? I might as well do this now, with you- the one person that made me feel loved- on my mind. Just know that none of this is your fault, it's all mine. So here it is... Goodbye Andrew. Goodbye forever. I'm sorry.''
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