Dear Heartbreaker...
I'm so angry.
I'm angry at you for leaving me.
At myself for not begging you to stay.
At the world for taking you away from me.
At everything.
I'm so frustrated I could pull my hair out.
I've been going to boxing classes again since you left.
Remember how you always used to say how good-looking I was with my gloves on and covered in sweat?
No?
Well... I do.
And it's all I've been able to do lately.
Fight.
Smoke.
Drink.
One more?
To wash all the pain away?
To make me forget my anger?
One more.
Just. One. More.
- The boy who is angry.
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Dear Heartbreaker... (2)
RandomI read all you letters... How could you not tell me!? This changed everything. I can't believe you didn't tell me. You broke me. Twice. I'm never going to recover from this one. These are letters to you. I know you'll never read them. But they're no...
