Dear Uhmar,
I don't know how to handle things. I don't know what anything even is anymore. Things aren't even the same at all.
I miss you so, so, so much,
...but its like you don't fucking care & I'm so fucking sick of that.
I'm trying my hardest to let go of shit for you but I don't know if im actually lying to myself to lie to you. I even lied to Emily about how I felt for you. All to cover up how I actually felt for you.. and I lied to you.. about how I felt for her. Sigh... everything seems like a mess.
I don't know what this is anymore & I'm so jealous of whoever will make you happy because I know I won't be that person.
I can't....
As usual...
As long as you're happy...
Stuck in solemnity,
A.
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Letters That I'll Never Send
PoetryA series of letters that could never be sent to each and every person that have held a special place in one's heart.
